If I Can Sit Down For Freedom,

I Had No Idea That History Was Being Made. I Was Just Tired Of Giving Up.

When That White Driver Stepped Back Toward Us, When He Waved His Hand And Ordered Us Up And Out Of Our Seats, I Felt A Determination Cover My Body Like A Quilt On A Winter Night.

When People Made Up Their Minds That They Wanted To Be Free And Took Action, Then There Was A Change.

I Had Given Up My Seat Before, But This Day, I Was Especially Tired. Tired From My Work As A Seamstress, And Tired From The Ache In My Heart.

What Really Matters Is Not Whether We Have Problems, But How We Go Through Them. We Must Keep Going On To Make It Through Whatever We Are Facing.