I have heard the questions of life at the table of discord.
Black, white, subjugate, indignant.
Do you see the power that is oppressing me?
Have you heard the pundits saying who and why I am?
Do you, can you understand the language of my pain
Do you know if this sin will ever wipe itself away?
Listening to the questions of life at the table of discord.
Black, white, subjugate, indignant.
Do you see that I am looking for the fruit of my repentance?
Do you, can you understand my hope for justice from some empty words?
Do you wonder if anything will come from waiting to please God spontaneously?
I am asking the questions of life at the table of discord.
Black, white, subjugate, indignant.
There can be no fresh start, there can be no new beginnings
unless we meet at the table of discord.
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