We Sang, Having Got Long to Stay Here

We sang as the charred bodies of dead little girls were bought up brouht out of burning churches. We kept singing when they shot the 39 year old doctor marluthe king junior in the head. And we made it. You cannot sit there with your apple wat at of your black steed. A ateea teaean tisa iin willsalae i he suriefos f hue srvive the fis.