Mother America

Mother America I am black and successful,
I know the pain and suffering of your children,
I give of my heart as you give of yours,
We both weep over your lost loved ones.

I pray to God and give thanks,
That He has blessed me and mine,
That I may in my quiet way,
Give back to thee and thine.

Little steps are all I can take,
Yet in compassion these I make,
No one I ask to thank or remember me,
My savior said what you do for the least you do for Me.