Struggle, my luggage that I take wherever I go
My back is broken, beaten, the wounds on it do show
my eyes are weary from the sins that they have both been shown
My brain is oblivious to friends and family I've known
You walk alone with what is left of what was once precious
A broken soul, in need of mend, wounds inflicted vicious
But you shine to me like the sun through all oblivious pain
And in my heart I know that once more supreme you shall reign
We stand by the seashore, watching the sun rest in the west
Our bandaged souls healing, slow beating hearts inside our chests
The memories of pain endured reduced now to our feet
We walk away from the place where never again we'll meet
(For The Many Precious Lives Lost In The Slave Trade)
Copyright © 2009 Anthony Phillips (DUNTEE)
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