Sting Goddess, Sing Goddess © Copyright

        Written by, Cliff Chandler

There’s something in Billy’s voice

Lady Day, if you’re from the moon;

That projects her presence

When you hear her sing.

It’s like she’s standing there

Reaching down into your soul.

She always had a tear

In her voice

That something unique

God gives special people.

She fought for her

Existence,

Our right to be

And became a slave songstress

To a mythical God of peace.

Sting song, mooch sing

Blurred eyes tear drop

Gardenia formed your crown

Dust polluted your segregated Soul.

Sing Goddess, Sting Goddess

Sing cry, and we

We honor your pain song.

The last time I saw you

Was the last time I heard

You sing.

We stand on you shoulders

In retrospect, and crown

Your funeral Pyre.

You, Bessie, Bethune, Rosa, Dinah,

Buck, and Louie.

Weeping in pain Sting

Before Malcolm and King

Paying our dues.

Ain’t nobody’s business

Nobody’s business buy your own;

Had we known your sickness

Was not a crime

We would have marched sooner…

Perhaps?

Sting Goddess, Sing Goddess

Forgive us.

                                    © 1990