in endless azure acres of eternity song
they cross the colored picket-fences;
In the darkness she was closer to God, alone.
His words were visions, reborn.
She'll stare upon a point,
up in that robin egg blue sky;
fires burn and tables turn,
but the truth we shall decry;
and the road to promises,
as the slave-ship arrives.
I stare into the crescent half ,
that lunatic; they called, divine
who traced a northern constellation
across a freckled night; but John Brown
wasn't black enough to die
so that the ashes of our future were not
brave enough to lie.
To her father, she is still there, she is waiting
between despair, hope and freedom, but for
the arms of the orphan girl in hers
the world is watching; this is our land
this is your land and mine.
the robin is perched on a fence post
with her dreams that painted the sky
as the orphan girl can hear a song
over civilizations; a constellation
of lights, surpass the twisted wire; sown
by fervent threads of inspiration.
She swears she can still hear her singing that calm
melody that carried them across the winds, set sail to liberty
from now and then to a far off new tomorrow
like ashes scattered over the hill,
was the voice of Emmett Louis Till;
to the orphan in the fields of indigo; love born within
their marrow, life sprung within them.