When I saw that picture of a man,
in a field, working land,
at first I couldn't recognize his eyes.
But then it dawned and memories spawned,
of all the love he was to leave behind.
Although I never met him,
we never passed the time of day,
I know I would have loved him,
there's somethings words don't need to say.
You see this man gave me something,
maybe unawares to him.
But this man gave my mother life,
love and hope, somewhere to be.
And though in this life paths weren't crossed,
You never left me at a loss.
And for that,
I thank you now,
the black and white man with the plough.