Orchestral banjos fill the room
A pulse of kick drum, feel the groove
Diversity across the floor
You reconcile the rich and poor
You think I sing a bluegrass song
Freedom's a genre for us all
We gather close to make amends
Red, Black, and White, we can be friends
Do you hear the sound that's rising from us all?
Do you see all of God's children, big and small?
A light that shines so brightly onto all
Onto all
We clap our hands in unity
All of the slave and all the free
We come from all the continents
A smile relieves our hesitance
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