He had a dream, yes he did. That races would be equal, nothing left said. He had a dream called civil rights. Lets unite, lets not fight. Martin had a dream one day. Martin had much to say. We cheered him on. For Martin was not wrong. He though Blacks and Whites could get along. He may have been killed but his dream lived on. Now here we are, living his dream. Us people are no longer ripped by the seam. Nor separated by different colors.