I listen to the songs of life, as told By dark-eyed beauties, hair the color of True wisdom: Quiet words that power hold To speak of family, work; hopes, tears, and love. I see the flash of fire in eyes, that tell Of old injustice, but a smile for all. What have we done, to past redeem, or spell Out what we owe for what greed let befall? I feel the beat of drums: Power to move Both feet and hearts. What will the future show? How can this nation honest fairness prove Unless we make amends for what we know? We have no reason, now, to debt deny: How will our conscience to this call reply?