| Hold me up, I want to see the parade
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| There was a demonstration in our town
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| Quiet but very tense
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| I’ve always been a bit nosy
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| So I guess that’s the reason I went
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| There were people carrying signs that said
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| «We want equality now.»
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| And I thought to myself
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| «Boy, look at that will you
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| Look what the law allows.»
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| A little girl and her mother were standing up next to the curb
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| The little girl said
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| «Mommy, I can’t see the parade»
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| And it happened that I heard
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| The woman who was with the little girl was small
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| And when she turned and smiled
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| I thought I’d do them a favor
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| So I offered to hold the child
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| When I held the little girl in my arms
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| I was glad of the offer I’d made
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| She said, «Thank you, mister
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| For holding me up; |
| I wanted to see the parade.»
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| Then she asked me a question, and it took me by surprise
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| She said, «Mister, why does my daddy hate all those people going by?»
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| I said, «Well you know they’re not the same--but listen to me»
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| And I noticed that the child was blind
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| So I looked around for an answer; |
| it was pretty hard to find
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| So I set her down by her mama’s side
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| And I patted her on the head
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| And that night as I sat in my own little room
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| I thought of the words she said
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| And that night, I took a good look at myself
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| And this is the prayer I prayed
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| I said, «Lord, I want you to hold me up
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| 'cause I want to see the parade.» |