I Want To Walk With You

I Want to Walk with You I want to walk with you with our heads held high Never cowering, never with heads bowed With our feet on this blessed soil, and our dreams reaching for the sky Dreams of simple joys and of peace and of mirth For all our fellow travelers on this delightful earth Dreams not of wealth or of positions of high standing or of mighty power Simple dreams of a walk in the aftermath of a Johannesburg evening rain-shower Dreams of bread and water and dignity and shelter and clothes for all Dreams where all fellow travelers may together walk this earth proud and tall I want to walk with you, my fellow traveler, with our heads held high Never pandering to power, never silent in the face of its abuse Always firm in our convictions that we can all make peace if we only try If we try to stop and think and sometimes not to look the other way If we practice what our different creeds really teach, we will surely see that day When we all, fellow travelers may walk with our heads held high Never cowering, never with our heads bowed With our feet on this blessed soil, and our collective dreams reaching for the sky Call me silly, call me naive, call me hopeless, and if you must, call me weak But is this not the common good that our different creeds and cultures all seek?