Originally Written: September 20th, 2000
I couldn�t stand to see them go.
Running up to them, I gave them some bread,
And told them to sing a song of hope,
Just sing a song of hope.
Soldiers pointed at me and said, �Get in line!�
I dared not disobey.
But as we walked through the town
I started to sing a song of hope,
I sang a song of hope.
Working all day, tired all night,
Shared the food I had,
I would lie in bed as people talked
And I would always sing a song of hope,
Always a song of hope.
Beaten I was, every passing day,
Soldiers trying to break my spirit
I looked them in the eye and said I would not fall,
As I sang my song of hope,
As I sang my song of hope.
Lying in my bed with food all given and gone,
I looked into the faces of love
And smiled as I died.
I started to sing a song of hope,
A soft, dying song of hope.
When my breath was gone,
The soldiers came bursting in.
They taunted and laughed and said,
�Now where�s your song of hope, slaves,
Where�s your song of hope?�
With tears in their eyes and love in their hearts,
They lifted their heads and voices to the sky.
�We�ll remember you forever
As we sing your song of hope,
As we sing your song of hope.�
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