We were the raise and fall.

We as the mothers of the earth have done it all.

Creators by nature fighters by instinct.

Women have sowed the land and plowed the fields.

We borne childern and prepared our man's meals.

          Queen

Is what we were known before our masters stipped us from our valleys.

Our breed moved on despite the wrong done us.

Queen young and old live to tell the story.

     Queen

Shed blood to birth a nation.

          Queen

Cried tears to free her brothers and sisters from bondage.

Yet from time to time queen shows a little fear for look what the world has become without her guidence.

Brothers killing brothers, fathers raping daughters.

Mothers ding form a disease with a small name.

Queen sits on her thrown head hung low for sometimes she believes our people have no hope.

           Queen

I say unto you our tribe shall conquer death and destruction.

Queen mother of earth time and space.

We'll take off the shackles and live once more through your grace.

 God bless you My sister, My queen..