Ooowee, who to believe?



Father's turned into a child



Oh Lord have mercy on me



Oh please look through my eyes



Look through my eyes, it's no surprise





Oh why do they treat you badly?



When you sleep slaves know they're free



Your pain is killing me



Your shadow weeps in my room



Weeps in my room, you aged too soon





And now? It's the prodigal funk



No-one knows where it's come from



One wish one last fools wish



Please show the blinded road, the blinded road



And then I'll go





Ooowe, who to believe?



Mothers turned into fear



Oh Lord have mercy on me



Tell feeling to pull us near, to pull us near



I promise I won't compare





And now? A strangers at my door



Offering me money to say some more



Should I take the gold and run?



Or should I play the prodigal funk, the prodigal funk





See me gone





Upon your crown of beautiful white hair



I cried on



My tears flowed where flowers don't dare



To lie on or die on



Because they know that



Wherever the thruth is born



The day will come



Some say that black is despair



But you shine on



Some say Africa's going nowhere



You proved them wrong, them wrong



Cos they know wherever the truth is born



The day will come, the day will come, the day will come