I looked the blackbird in the eye He flew away leaving blackness behind He leaves me here to deal with her pain Soil tortured, stench of human waste I hear her cries as the seasons change Bringing bitter cold and endless heat I cry for the children; I cry for myself I cry for our mother's failing health you could have given hope; you could have given faith So I loathe myself to sleep and dream of better days Give me hope, give me faith