Many died in the middle passage
Brutally taken from their cottage.
Dragged off in the night with watered eyes
In the middle passage, many died.
Pulled and torn away from their loved ones
Some tried to run, though faced with guns.
Tried fighting to defeat the dismay
From their loved ones, pulled and torn away.
Not given a fair chance in their lives
Struggling since then to stay alive.
Denied options for increased finance
In their lives, not given a fair chance.
The middle passage did not break them
Even though to servitude condemned.
Godís faith and grace were their assuage
Did not break them, the middle passage.
Moving to the top while looking back
Their hearts of gold are staying on track.
Making stops to give brothers a hop
While looking back, moving to the top.