1735 I was shipped out still alive
And I was sold to hurtful ways of man.
They bound me hard with painful ropes,
No dignitiy, respect or hope,
Now I wait for death upon this stone.
And I knew my homeland was too far for my returning,
As I lay there in terror
Tell me what had I done wrong?
Pray don't walk away from me,
I beg you stop this misery,
I'm not your sacrifice, I was someone.
1735 I didn't get a human life,
I had no voice to yell out 'Help!', 'Stop!', 'No!'!
Are we then unworthy of
Your conscience, mercy and your love?
See the tears that roll down on this stone.....
I could speak of the horror in the backroads
and the alleys,
Of the screams and hot confusion
And the rivers of our blood.
Only the cruel think its fair game
To leave us here to die this way,
Suffering and heart broken, miles from home.
1735 my tearful face now in your mind,
I beg you spare my brothers from this hell.
La Roche Qui Pleure now cries for me,
Where slaves once shared our agony
And now my ghost will haunt you till your end.
We all know that the future holds a way out of the darkness,
Turn and read the moral pages,
Turn the wheel of truth again.
I know you've done this for years
But that doesn't justify my tears
Rolling, falling softly on this stone.
A photo tells my sad demise....
My name, forever.... 1735.
A time for change, look down deep inside,
Please don't turn away from me
I beg you stop this misery,
Where only human love can set us free....
1735....1735....1735....1735