From the hilltops and the mountains
That be and that are yet.
From the dust they came from to the dust we shall we become.
From the peaks we see to the peaks we shall will create.
Oh I sing! And I will pray!
For the black child who never dreams of height
For the color of the neglected and the color of night
I must not break my trust.
For the moon that shines light.
For the addicts of this life
Those who have created a calm in chaos,
A place to be free.
Oh I yearn! Oh I worry! Oh I pray!
And I keep on telling the mountain
To keep its praise for another day.
