Chanda Rule - Seeds Lyrics

These are the seeds from the trees that were born of that Strange Fruit
Theirs is the blood in the gutters flowing down from that torn root
Black and Brown bodies in streets, still they lie
Whispering justice in death...still denied


Keep them safe
Be their eyes
Watch their lips
Melt their cries
Soothe their heartbeats
Guide their feet
Show your light on these blue streets

Still the moans
Drown the hate
Unleash your mercy,
and illuminate the human heart's good

Hear our worlds
Know our fears
Grant us grace
So we can hold dear to the harmonies of love