The Soul Song Seam

God's ear in the fields of plantation
Wondering if your singing gets heard
Reminding themselves of who their God is
Carrying the stories of the Ancient word
Believing in spite of the evidence
Being oppressed and and raped and renamed
Foolishly getting ready for freedom
Long before any sign of freedom came

See the hope in the strata
Cut the soul song seam
The weight of ore inside the core
Of an extravagant audacious dream.

God's eye in the moon on the horizon
City skyscrapers black out our vision
Doing what they tell us we should do
Self inflicted wounds of our own oppression
We walk on the devils concrete pavings
The dull gray has become so familiar
That the colours that grace the heavens
We've long forgotten to remember.

See the hope in the strata
Cut the soul song seam
The weight of ore inside the core
Of an extravagant audacious dream

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