It Came From Somewhere Far Away... On The Other Side

The world's percussion is found in beating hearts.
Harmonic layers of diversity,
Tuning waves to cadence to swallow the sea.

Open arms sing their refrain to the lonliest of men.
Choral bursts of camaraderie permeate black silence.
Hand in hand, each melody unique and beautiful.

Class and race do not exist in the resonance of fellowship.
Hum the notes that will make us whole again.
Brothers and sisters...

Together we will make the sound of love.

*Copyright (c) 2008, B. Lucas