Black Bombs Bursting

dirt has its dust and light its rays… truth may gain rust but will always be raised, only once we pass this way—thus let us leave footprints that the children will not stray, oh, we must still work for the day for which we were sent… following those footed prints the ancestors left for us… that when we’re here no more the children must be at the door not need to ever have to knock but breaking all walls to the floor: the jubilee train is passing… let us clock back on the dock… keeping bombs of liberty blasting… yes, we must and will forgive… it’s of the amazing grace and will but we’ll never forget the unjust kills for memories and truth must always live…