BY THE NAME OF SOLOMON



 Late eighteen hundreds, in the North somewhere,


 A young boy by the name of Solomon had a life.

                                                                               From Virginia, Mississippi, his family traveled,


 An older brother and of course a loving mother.


 A father of no more but remembered and loved,


 Together they worked a piece of land, all they had.


 No longer slaves but yet enslaved in their world,


 Solomon had a dream to learn and become something.


 He ran away, saw the reality of what a brother had
 Said,

 He would have to go back home, for now, work the 
 Field.

 A boy by the name of Solomon still dreamed, grew 
 To be.
              Keith Garrett