I Hear

I hear what you see

You see birds flying high; I hear the wings of freedom beating the wind

You see oceans dark and wide; I hear ancient voices calling for home

You see the production of crops; I hear the aching moans of black America’s tired backs

You see us stand up and live. I hear stories of our long struggle to get there.

I hear what you see… I just wish you could hear all the things we have seen!

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