bullets dying. The mothers screaming and crying. The fathers were working in the cities. The evening news brought out all the publicity chorus "Just a little atrocity, deep in the city" Soweto blues
my friends are gone now. And all my money's gone now. And all my pride is gone now. And if what you say is true now This will be my finest hour. This will be my finest hour Well everything is
you can walk with the best. Walking with the finest. Why. Should I sell myself short? Should I lower my ideals and standards? Must I settle for hand me downs? I deserve the best my. Mind can do. I
My finest robes are filthy rags. And priceless jewels but coal. Glittering crowns, although I boast and brag,. Are nothing more than fool's gold I give them up, I lay them down. All that I have
