I can still recall the night
Lightning burned the mansion down
We all stood in out pajamas

On that hallowed southern ground
When the flames had turned to ashes
Only blackened bricks remained

And sixteen stately Doric columns
There beneath a veil of gray


And it's a long
And slow surrender
Retreating from the past

It's important to remember
To fly the flag half-mast
And look away


I was taught by elders wiser
Love your neighbor, love your God

Never saw a cross on fire
Never saw an angry mob
I saw sweet magnolia blossoms

I chased lightening bugs at night
Never dreaming others
Saw our way of life

In black and white

Part of me hears voices crying

Part of me can feel their weight
Part of me believes that mansion
Stood for something more than hate