The Black Boy Song
Give me a chance to dream
They will be turned to reality.
I need a chance with me,
For soul, mind and body's vitality.
Give me a chance with vision,
So that I may know where to go.
Serve me a chance to make decision,
O, how the hope in my heart will overflow.
Give me a chance with truth,
For my hearth aches and is killed with the lies
It is into my heart like a sleuth;
Following every trails unto my past which dies.
Give me a chance with the Kings,
I still won't lose the common touch.
Serve me a chance with my kins,
I want the be with my blood.
Give me a chance with peace,
So I may know no war.
This war in my heart I want to cease.
I wish it wasn't a wish too to live forever.
Give me a chance to think,
So that I may learn.
For I need freedom like the spill of an ink;
Forever fresh and impossible to return.
They will be turned to reality.
I need a chance with me,
For soul, mind and body's vitality.
Give me a chance with vision,
So that I may know where to go.
Serve me a chance to make decision,
O, how the hope in my heart will overflow.
Give me a chance with truth,
For my hearth aches and is killed with the lies
It is into my heart like a sleuth;
Following every trails unto my past which dies.
Give me a chance with the Kings,
I still won't lose the common touch.
Serve me a chance with my kins,
I want the be with my blood.
Give me a chance with peace,
So I may know no war.
This war in my heart I want to cease.
I wish it wasn't a wish too to live forever.
Give me a chance to think,
So that I may learn.
For I need freedom like the spill of an ink;
Forever fresh and impossible to return.