It is about race so they say it is not Firehoses tried to wash the memory Away but the stain remains I see Pain written red in black and white now of How I remember though they forgot The biting dogs of hatred on TV As some remember more immediately Beaten on the street in the name of love I was a child but it still hurts me Seeing the elephant looking away No more this way I can see yesterday Tomorrow today to my sorrow I hoped we would be better someday somehow But I know we could do better than we do now +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXIII