Everything In The Universe Has A Rhythm,

Prejudice Is A Burden That Confuses The Past, Threatens The Future And Renders The Present Inaccessible.

Soft You Day, Be Velvet Soft, My True Love Approaches, Look You Bright, You Dusty Sun, Array Your Golden Coaches. Soft You Wind, Be Soft As Silk My True Love Is Speaking. Hold You Birds, Your Silver Throats, His Golden Voice I'm Seeking. Come You Death, In Haste, Do Come My Shroud Of Black Be Weaving, Quiet My Heart, Be Deathly Quiet, My True Love Is Leaving.

We Need Joy As We Need Air. We Need Love As We Need Water. We Need Each Other As We Need The Earth We Share.

I Think Music Is One Of The Hero/sheroes Of The African-american Existence.

When We Give Cheerfully And Accept Gratefully, Everyone Is Blessed.