A Prayer For Mamma

Standing on my birth land
Gazing out to sea
From within the confines
Of my imagination
Underneath an old snarly white cedar tree
Nostalgia and concern
Where to where from
Straddling the proverbial coin
One side burning
One side struggling
To stay alive
Harsh smoke in my face
A gentle breeze caressing my back
Lord
Help my Montserrat

There was a time
When we had plenty
Bless all awe
And many a foreign pickney
Raining now
And Ghaut waters still run muddy
Still rough and murky
Looking to move forward
Change and adapt
At times it seems
One foot forward
One foot back
Navigating a foggy road
Jah
Give us the vision
Strength and the wisdom
Mek them understand
You can't summit an unknown mountain
By pulling your brother down
Mek them understand
Strength in numbers
And
Every hand should be a helping hand
Many, many
Climbing as one

Standing on my birth land
Gazing out to sea
From within the confines
Of my imagination
Underneath an old snarly white cedar tree
Nostalgia and concern
Where to where from
Straddling the proverbial coin
One side burning
One side struggling
To stay alive
Harsh smoke in my face
A gentle breeze caressing my back
Lord
Help my Montserrat

Down on my knees

Lord...