Festival lights Bleeker Street jazz beneath our feet
through foggy breath on bended knee I will plead till
the end of time babe let me guard all your lullabies.
Ash morning sky picking up the pieces of life
wrapped in a flag mementos among debris O Father
guard sacred memories.
Long starless night feel my ancestors' temptation
wrapped in blankets my ragged soul's salvation
don't try to fine me frostbite darkey alley
I know you've seen my kind give me a chance
just one more time I'll clean up, babe, I'll be your
Words by Terri Kay Emanuel