200 years

i was feeling a bit history-influenced...


There’s an old wooden broken down door
closed and shattered across an old dirt floor
gone with the struggles of Sojourner Truth
And legions of others who came before

Curled up and sort of hunched over
I can’t keep out such thoughts of wonder
Were they scared
Did they fear
Was there one prospect they just fought to hear

Hoping to open paths of new
Giving up their days for you
And Leader’s speeches promising a day
Of equality and freedom
So that someone could see you smile that way