Glory Days

Poetry was an unknown identity, it wasn't until I found that

There are things only black can do, only black can pursue, only black can renew that I found the Glory of a new Day. From the bellow of my ancestors it is the way made most true.

Call: Make Way for the Glory Days

Response: Make Way for the Glory Days

Call: Make Way, Make Way, Make Way, Make Way

Response: Make Way, Make Way, Make Way, Make Way

Call: This is an ode to the sacred land

This we owe to our ancestors and

Response: This is an ode to the sacred land

This we owe to our ancestors and

Call: These are the days,

These are the ways,

Response: These are the days,

These are the ways,

Call: We are not the pain we face.

This is not the space for hate.

Response: We are not the pain we face

This is not the space for hate

Call: We ain’t turnin’ back now,

We won’t turn away—

Response: We ain’t turnin’ back now,

We won’t turn away—

Call: Love outweighs the pain now,

Love outweighs the hate.

Response: Love outweighs the pain now,

Love outweighs the hate.

All Together: Make Way for the Glory Days

Make Way for the Glory Days

Make Way, Make Way, Make Way, Make Way

Make Way, Make Way, Make Way, Make Way