What Have We Done?

We used to meet on the playground - different kids from different towns, different backgrounds, but we'd settle our differences bloody-ing noses then we'd be friends so, when they told us about cotton, molasses, and slave ships filled with great grand-parents of the other kids when we asked why they didn't look like us, the teacher said, "that's the way it is!" more lyrics at http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=177678332&blogID=348013912