I want to walk with you
Latching arms to be close
When I was young
I lived in England
Away from my world’s
Phobic responses
Newness was hard fought
My friend took my arm
I jolted with a startled question
What are you doing
Another Phobic response
American’s didn’t hold arms
Look she said there’s a crowd
We need our closeness to talk
I want your arm again
Making sense of the world
Remaining close,we did
Our words won’t be broken
Our generation wanted freedom
Looking in new holdings
We became close again
After we had been pulled apart
Color blindness fought for in riots
Freedom began with a song
College students were shot
The Strikes began
We walked and talk again
It was the freedom of youth.
