A Cotton Field Away

A child of three Reaches out to touch And only sees Pretty powder puffs Down the road A black child plays But the dreams he holds lie A cotton field away The fires burn bright A window breaks Another one dies A momma's heart aches Behind locked doors A white man prays And thanks the Lord he lives A cotton field away If we could see Beyond the clouds We both might be On common ground We met in school By court's decree I learned real soon You were a lot like me Across the land They say things have changed But still we stand A cotton field away