Our world is a nightmare
A harsh truth we face
Yet a mother's love,
No one can replace.
They judge color of my skin,
Not the heart that lies within
For every black child should live
Joyful and wild, with much to give.
Our world is a nightmare
A harsh truth we face
Yet a mother's love,
No one can replace.
They judge color of my skin,
Not the heart that lies within
For every black child should live
Joyful and wild, with much to give.