The night has been long,
The wound has been deep,
The pit has been dark,
And the walls have been steep.
Under a dead blue sky on a distant beach,
I was dragged by my braids just beyond your reach.
Your hands were tied, your mouth was bound,
You couldnt even call out my name.
You were helpless and so was I,
But unfortuhroughout history
Youve worn a badge of shame.
I say, the night has been long,
The wound has been deep,
The pit has been dark
And the walls have been steep.
But today, voices of old spirit sound
Speak to us in words profound,
Across the years, across the turies,
Across the os, and across the seas.
They say, draw o one another,
Save your race.
You have been paid for in a distant place,
The old ones remind us that slaverys s
Have paid for our freedom again and again.
The night has been long,
The pit has been deep,
The night has been dark,
And the walls have been steep.
The hells we have lived through and live through still,
Have sharpened our senses and toughened our will.
The night has been long.
This m I look through yuish
Right down to your soul.
I know that with each other we make ourselves whole.
I look through the posture and past your disguise,
And see your love for family in y brown eyes.
I say, clap hands as e together in this meeting ground,
I say, clap hands as deal with each other with love,
I say, clap hands a us get from the low road of indifference,
Clap hands, let us e together and reveal our hearts,
Let us e together and revise our spirits,
Let us e together and se our souls,
Clap hands, lets leave the preening
And stop imp our own history.
Clap hands, call the spirits back from the ledge,
Clap hands, let us invite joy into our versation,
Courtesy into our bedrooms,
Gentleness into our kit,
Care into our nursery.
The aors remind us, despite the history of pain
We are a going-on people who will rise again.
And still we rise.