Colour of All Days

Little boy woke up in the morning, looked himself all over,
Ran down to his mother and asked with all innocence,
«Why are we this way and so un-pretty,
Why can’t we be white and live in America?»
She looked him up and down for a while
Smiled and said to him, in a lingering voice, she said,
«Yours is the colour of all days; other colours are for occasions
So wrote a poet in rhyme and line; come on boy, get it on!»
And so as he grew up, he saw the disparity,
Saw all the inequality in the world
They say some are developing and some are developed,
But who will allow the developing to develop,
Yet the people are striving to be strong and free
Beyond the lighting and the rain, there’ll be a sunny day for sure!
Hope is the colour of all days; other colours are for occasions
You learn to rise beyond the shame; time is the master of pain
Time is the master of pain — mother was right, yes she was right
Truth is the anchor of love — mother was right, yes she was right
We reach the moment of truth, there is no fear, we must be strong
We’ve got the answers now, but can we be brave, can we?
So the first is the last and the Prince is a slave
Hatred is the gain from the years of terror
The wise one cautions, «Calm, brother calm»
Beyond the rage and bitterness, you’ll rise again and shake the world
Love is the colour of all days; other colours are for occasions
Somewhere just beyond the skin, everyone is the same