I and I and I
O! YAHAWAH Protect 'I' from soar eye
I see my brothers die
Their Mothers cry
No Truce cyah stop 'I' they say
But bullets they let fly
More arc-eye, more Buss-eye, no Trained eye
To see our children
Go by the way side...O! my
Yah bless I, forgive I, Redeem I
As I watch the Devil
And his workers fry
Whence coming of the most high
Heaven's door opens up in the sky
Trumpets blow
Legions of Angels flow
Yes I free at last, free at last
I and I and I
©Copyright November, 2008 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
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