Black

Black

Colour of the night

Mysterious like a river in the dark

Enveloping everything right

Black is charred earth’s legacy

man’s cradle – civilization’s abode at infancy

Weep Not Mama

Oh my dear Mama

Weep not again for our daily food

The Lord shall provide us manna

My heart sorrows when you so brood

I beg of thee please dry your tears

Your burdens will I gladly bear

Weep not Mama