In this pouring rain
They take away our names
We march into these trains
Who are we to blame
To live in concentration camps
The light who shines is dim
We wear these cloths of death

exploring your soul
exploding full moon
expanding your eyes
sailing across
the
storybook sky
just waiting for
the
ash rose moon

Before marching
To our graves
Time leaving
Her mark
On all of us
Waiting for
Your soul to
Be saved

the road to slavery shall die
this Profitable enterprise
so full of lies
someone's property or human chattel
chained in the belly of the slave ships,
side-by-side
chained by feet and chained by hands
where
the rights of men denied
Lord, we curse the vipers,
the maggots and the flies

Brothers three
Inspires us all
So faithfully
Bobby, John and
Edward Kennedy
The dreams shall live
The spirit moves on
Hope shall not die
Brothers three
God watches
Over thee

say thy name
restless eyes
shed your tears
then say no more
thy will be done
this holy place
this mighty blade
shall pierce this earth
this golden shield
reflect this light
the hands of God
shall guide this steel
this God is real
as we walk in faith
oh breathless sun
say no more
victory has
found her wings
oh breathless sun
to heal again

behind this gun
a bruised and
shattered soul
when i am told
this is
my son
always on
the run