I am old and must ask forgiveness, for I have been asleep to long.  In youth, I sang
a peaceful song, But now, those days are forever gone. In youth I took the words
to heart. Yet, somehow I never played the part.  Was it, my words were never heard,
or have I now become a part of the herd?

If one man stands against the river, what chance has he to deliver.
If two men stand against the river, twice the chance he has to deliver.

In time, we fought our brothers, with all our might, for a chance to equal rights. Just to be
again enslaved, by the almighty wage; and again to be caught in the bankers cage. But money
buys many things, silver, gold, and poverty. Our brothers south have empty mouths,
And I have lost my teeth......

If one man stands against the river, what chance has he to deliver.
If two men stand against the river, twice the chance he has to deliver.

Have I forgotten what I was to do?  Or perhaps my dreams were trampled by the few.
So a word of wisdom, I give to you.  

The man that holds his brothers head, beneath the water for greed, will be swept down the river,
Eventually.