Til Somebody Knows...(Cry, Pray & Sing)

I Cry. Pray.
And Sing. But nobody knows.

sometimes I cry.
sometimes I pray.
sometimes I sing.

But don't nobody know.

For years I did fear, losing all that I had,
Gave away all I was, to gain all that I AM.

My Brightest did tell me,

“Though, this life is queer,
Yours is to live each day--in all things but fear.”
For just as life stems from the Father above
He sends death to rescue, His laborers of love.

When still, I can feel, the whip teething my back
Each stroke as it lessens, the flesh from intact
Songs of sorrow sung by dwellers of doubt
While broken winged vultures go lurking about

And as I take flight
on winds that life brings
I slowly do die...CRY, PRAY and SING

Gather me a score of black boys and girls
And find before thee, first seeds of this world.
let not your days, be darkened with hate
For nightfall to end, the Sun must indeed wake

Though family may fail you, and good friends betray
Faith will prepare you, a portion of strength
Beauty will fade, where mortality shows
Darkness will strike, yet one thing I know

If mine is to die, then first I will fly
to the peak where the spirits of ancestors lie
I'll unbind the ties that enslave the soul

then CRY, PRAY and SING.

til somebody knows...