The Songs of Our People

We continue to sing the songs of our people 
To rebuild the bridges once burned 
We hold hands and close our eyes
As we remember the lessons learned.

We continue to tell the stories of our people 
So that we forgive, but never forget
Our past that we consciously accept 
The abhorrent ways that today we reject.

We continue to dance on the rhythms of our people 
To fill the cracks and lonely gaps
We bow down and praise the earth
Littered with glorious empires now collapsed.

We continue to paint the lives of our people 
The good and the bad, from dusk to dawn
For that is what will forever remain 
After you and me are long gone.

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