I have ridden the waves of the sands of time
stared into the unblinking eyes of thine
there is no recognition there, but dark
The terrifying vastness blank and stark
look within to find one’s light, I need you
Don’t succumb to the hustler’s plight, push through
I have never seen such beauty within
you should sing angels your melodies
Brown-skinned orchestras, messy-haired music
Believe in yourself as I believe in you
honor Horne with that voice and your talents
The dark will fade and unclench its fists
The voice will blast away darkness
I have seen this
