| This is just a song to say |
| That I’m proud for what they are |
| And I hope my world can take me |
| Half that far |
| Way back in McCarthy’s day |
| My parents left the USA |
| Young rebellious lovers |
| They left behind a nation far too proud |
| And powerful to say |
| That love transcends all colors |
| Some black men turned against my father |
| Some white men turned against my mother |
| Each race has their place they all would say |
| And with a past so battle worn |
| And a future begging to be born |
| They found a life that’s growing still today |
| And glancing thru the years |
| And living thru their fears |
| I hope they can accept my goals |
| A bit confused, a bit unclear |
| And all the years behind me now |
| Seem like a book I’ve read and yet somehow |
| I still don’t understand all the words |
| All the black and all the white |
| That rest in me that make me fight |
| Remind me of all the knowledge left to learn |
| Still Some black men turned against my father |
| Some white men turned against my mother |
| Each race has their place they all would say |
| With a past so battle worn |
| And a future begging to be born |
| They found a life that’s growing still today |
| And glancing thru the years |
| And living thru their fears |
| I hope they can accept my goals |
| A bit confused, a bit unclear |
| This is just a song to say that I’m proud for what they are |
| And I hope my world can take me half that far |