(Gentle,
weeping
electric
guitar
melody) (
Soft,
resonant
bass
notes)
Oh,
the
path
is
long
The
wind
blows
cold
But
the
spirit
remains
It
was
nineteen
ninety-six
when
the
silence
fell
My
father,
Mr.
Saviours
Kalomo,
said
his
last
farewell
Two
years
later,
nineteen
ninety-eight,
the
shadows
grew
deep
My
mother,
Jennifer
Mpundu,
laid
down
for
eternal
sleep
I
was
just
a
boy,
left
in
the
turning
of
the
tide
With
no
hand
to
hold,
and
nowhere
left
to
hide
My
life
became
a
valley,
a
road
of
jagged
stone
Walking
through
the
bitterness,
feeling
all
alone
Oh,
Lesa
wami,
you
were
the
light
in
the
dark
You
kept
the
flame
burning
when
I
lost
my
spark
Through
the
hunger
and
the
heartache,
you
stayed
by
my
side
Even
when
the
sorrow
was
a
rising,
heavy
tide
You
are
the
shepherd,
you
are
the
gate
You
carried
the
burden
of
Joe
Kalomo’
s
fate
Now
the
seasons
have
turned,
and
the
gray
hair
appears
I
have
built
a
life
from
the
wreckage
of
those
years
I
am
a
man
with
a
family,
with
children
of
my
own
I
am
the
rock
for
others,
the
seed
that
has
grown
They
look
to
me
for
shelter,
they
look
to
me
for
bread
I
remember
the
faces
of
those
who
have
long
since
fled
But
the
favor
of
the
heavens
is
shining
on
my
skin
I
see
the
grace
of
God
where
my
struggles
had
been
Oh,
Lesa
wami,
you
were
the
light
in
the
dark
You
kept
the
flame
burning
when
I
lost
my
spark
Through
the
hunger
and
the
heartache,
you
stayed
by
my
side
Even
when
the
sorrow
was
a
rising,
heavy
tide
You
are
the
shepherd,
you
are
the
gate
You
carried
the
burden
of
Joe
Kalomo’
s
fate
It
is
not
by
my
strength,
it
is
not
by
my
hand
That
I
am
standing
tall
upon
this
broken
land
The
favor
is
constant,
like
the
morning
sun
The
race
is
not
finished,
but
the
victory
is
won
I
am
blessed,
I
am
favored,
I
am
kept
by
the
flame
I
call
out
the
blessings
in
the
holy
name
From
the
boy
in
the
dust
to
the
man
in
the
light
I
have
walked
through
the
fire,
I
have
survived
the
night
My
brothers,
my
sisters,
they
lean
on
my
name
But
God
is
the
author,
he’
s
the
one
to
claim
My
story
is
a
river,
it
flows
to
the
sea
Full
of
sorrow,
full
of
mercy,
finally
I
am
free
Joe
Kalomo
is
the
witness,
to
the
wonders
he
has
done
Until
the
setting
of
the
moon
and
the
rising
of
the
sun
Oh,
Lesa
wami,
you
were
the
light
in
the
dark
You
kept
the
flame
burning
when
I
lost
my
spark
Through
the
hunger
and
the
heartache,
you
stayed
by
my
side
Even
when
the
sorrow
was
a
rising,
heavy
tide
You
are
the
shepherd,
you
are
the
gate
You
carried
the
burden
of
Joe
Kalomo’
s
fate
I
am
a
blessed
man
Favor
follows
me
From
nineteen
ninety-six
To
the
glory
I
see
today
Lesa
wami,
thank
you (
Fading
guitar
solo,
soft
and
reverent)