

Their Scars Are OursIn a creaking ship chains are heard mingled with the cries of the living. In a sun soaked field whips are heard mingled with the despair of the living. In a body strewn pasture hatred is heard mingled with the cries of the dead. In a crowded restaurant ignorance is heard mingled with the despair of the dead.Their Scars Are Ours
A slave ship’s hull is soaked in the blood of her passengers Diseased, pest ridden, starving, pitiful passengers Nonentities already, with inhuman masters close, these passengers Bound for the New World, the world of Promise, these poor passengers
Another has been thrown over,


Follow Me FeetFollow me feet where I may go That I may lead, that I may know Follow me feet where I may goFollow Me Feet
That we may lead, that we may know Follow me feet where I may go That he may lead, that he may know
Follow me feet where I may go
That I may lead, that I may know And live and learn, a wife and love To him that I've been dreaming of
Follow me feet where I may go That we may lead, that we may know And open hearts and minds to things Anew begin, and changes bring
Follow me feet where I may go That he may lead, that he may know And final
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