We are a going-on people who will rise again.
The pit has been dark,
Clap hands, let us invite joy into our conversation,
The night has been dark,
Across the years, across the centuries,
The night has been long.
The wound has been deep,
And stop impostering our own history.
Clap hands, call the spirits back from the ledge,
Gentleness into our kitchen,
They say, draw near to one another,
Courtesy into our bedrooms,
You couldnt even call out my name.
Youve worn a badge of shame.
Your hands were tied, your mouth was bound,
The night has beenlong,
Care into our nursery.
Clap hands, let us come together and reveal our hearts,
Right down to your soul.
But today, voices of old spirit sound
I was dragged by my braids just beyond your reach.
The ancestors remind us, despite the history of pain
Across the oceans, and across the seas.
The hells we have lived through and live through still,
Have sharpened our senses and toughened our will.
I look through the posture and past your disguise,
I say, clap hands and lets come together in this meeting ground,
I say, the night has been long,
Clap hands, lets leave the preening
And still we rise.
But unfortunately throughout history
The pit has been deep,
I say, clap hands and let us get from the low road of indifference,
Have paid for our freedom again and again.
The pit has been dark
This morning I look through your anguish
Let us come together and reviseour spirits,
I know that with each other we can make ourselves whole.
Speak to us in words profound,
The night has been long,
You have been paid for in a distant place,
The wound has been deep,
Under a dead blue sky on a distant beach,
And the walls have been steep.
The old ones remind us that slaverys chains
And the walls have been steep.
And see your love for family in your big browneyes.
And the walls have been steep.
You were helpless and sowas I,
I say, clap hands and lets deal with each other with love,
Save your race.
Let us come together and cleanse our souls,
