Madam And Her Madam
I worked for a woman, / She wasn't mean--
Now dreams
Are not available
To the dreamers,
Nor songs
To the singers.
In some lands
Dark night
And cold steel
Prevail
But the dream
Will come back,
And the song
Break
Its jail.
I worked for a woman, / She wasn't mean--
Let the rain kiss you / Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
I know I am / The Negro Problem
Hold fast to dreams / For if dreams die