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I grew up in the South in the turbulent time

Not a bad time for a white boy

The country was changing in a peculiar way

And all around me was a sound

Growing sweeter and more murderous all at once

And the people tried to hide their eyes

From the chaos and defiance that was changing them all

And the years passed and not a word was spoken

The years passed, the silence never broken

Quietly, they lead their lives

Of desperation, no words to say

There were those who know the tables would turn

Running out into the burning streets

And hoping to hear the words

Of a prophet or a sage who might come along

And straighten out the mess they had made

The injustice and cruelty by their own hands

Of the ones of another shade

Quietly, they lead their lives

Of desperation, no words to say

Silently, they turned their heads

Their eyes unopened, no words to say

Then one day there was heard a thunderous chant

The voice they feared grew louder and louder

And the day had come at last

Quietly, they lead their lives

Of desperation, no words to say

Silently, they turned their heads

Their eyes unopened, no words to say