Black Brother so strong, so brave and so pure
why does your head hang low?
Are you feeling the pain of years gone by,
or the bondage of not long ago?

Black Brother so wise, so talented, so true,
why do so many tears tend to roll?
Do you think of the lies that they always tell?
Have they crept their way into your soul?

Black Brother, I’m here, come tell me what’s wrong.
I’ve been right there with you through it all.
I have lifted your spirit, and wiped your brow,
and I will catch you whenever you fall.

Black King, come to me,
I’m your Queen, it’s meant to be;
I’m not blonde, brunette, fair, or olive-toned.
I’m the only one for you, no one knows you like I do.
Come rest now, Sweet King, you’re home.

Black Brother, Divine, the first of the world,
lift your head, let me dry your eyes.
Together we can make it, neither one in front,
But hand in hand and side by side.

With the bronze of our skin;
and the coarse of our hair;
and the distinctions of our bodies so rare;
we’ll fight on, live the dream,
fight the war- - or so it seems.
Together, Brother and Sister, we’ll make it there.