Christmas In My Soul

Come young braves

Come young children

Come to the book of love with me

Respect your brothers and your sisters

Come to the book of love

I know it ain't easy

But we're gonna look for a better day

Come young braves

Come young children.

I love my country as it dies

In war and pain before my eyes

I walk the streets where disrespect has been

The sins of politics, the politics of sin

The heartlessness that darkens my soul

On Christmas.

Red and silver on the leaves

Fallen white snow runs softly through the trees

Madonnas weep for wars of hell

They blow out the candles and haunt Noel

The missing love that rings through the work

On Christmas.

Black panther brothers bound in jail

Chicago seven and the justice scale

Homeless Indian on Manhattan Isle

All God's sons have gone to trial

And all God's love is out of style

On Christmas.

Christmas in my soul

Christmas in my soul

Christmas in my soul.