Just wrote, needs work, don't know what yet....it's a start.
Wooden chariot rocking on waves,
Stolen from the Motherland.
Forced to leave heritage and home,
To step on foreign sand.
From jungle sweet, to city stone,
Language lost and comfort ended.
The fields they'd hoe, they'd reap, they'd sow,
Broken hearts unmended.
"Chariot! O! Chariot! Deliver us!"
They cry.
Through silent tongue, then music sung,
To weep upon land dry.
Songs of the children, words of the lost,
Carried on wind, and wing,
One voice, one heart, one world, one song,
Freedom they cry for, they sing.
"Harriet! O! Chariot! Deliver us!"
They shout.
Through tunnels and channels, rivers and brambles,
One chance for freedom to count.
Chariot fly, chariot flit, chariot save the blessed,
O! Sweet chariot carry us home, save us, let us rest.
Chariot dream, chariot sing, chariot deliver from stone,
Chariot dash now into heaven....finally...we are home.