They said it couldn't be done
The highest office in the land is what he has won
He is the elect of God and also of man
This landed the presidency in the palm of his hand

He gave hope to the hopeless
When all hope seemed to be lost
He believed in change and he counted up the cost
He kept his integrity and he kept his morale
His critics were thinking and wondering, "How"?

How could a black man run this country with grace
They knew in their hearts that history was taking place
They tried to break his spirit
They tried to smear his name
And even his wife they tried to do the same

Martin! Martin!
I hear you rejoicing from the grave
It was life your blood that you humbly gave
"My dream has come true" echoes from a distant place
You had the faith to believe that we could win this race

A black man in the White House
What a sight to behold
Never thought that this story would ever be told

America! America!
Open your ears and eyes
God heard our prayers and He heard our cries