#AmericanWriters
I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all
When I get to be a composer I’m gonna write me some music abou… Daybreak in Alabama And I’m gonna put the purtiest so… Rising out of the ground like a sw…
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
2 and 2 are 4. 4 and 4 are 8. But what would happen If the last 4 was late? And how would it be
Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple?
I look at the world From awakening eyes in a black fac… And this is what I see: This fenced—off narrow space Assigned to me.
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
