The perfect parade
Unkempt and unmade
Our current of history
Runs shallow in shade
The perfect parade
A vision of trees
Of hands being held
Of hearts being seized
The perfect parade
Is languid and strong
It carries It's memories
In cases of song
The perfect parade
Is yet to be seen
It's waiting for providence
To wash our hands clean
The perfect parade
So long overdue
A glimpse of a promise
To heed what is true
The perfect parade
We'll know when we see
A path being followed
To somewhere that's free