Gathered on the grass
Two hundred thousand shining eyes
In the darkness of Chicago’s night
November 4, 2008, the year of wonder
Emerged on the podium, humble, calm and composed
Fruits of millions on foot
“Obama” the shining star of the hardship
On his back, the toil and pain of centuries
On his forehead, morning star of new day
New era, new generation, new opportunities
Sea of people in the darkness of the night
This is Chicago, land of winds, grass and breeze
All colors, all together
With flag of their ancestors, founding fathers’ dreams
Man is created in his image, all equal, all different
It is Obama’s year, time of march, time of help
Time of sacrifices, time of selflessness, time of greatness
March my man, march to a new horizon
I will walk with you to the dusk of time
