Lletres: Prince. The Cross.

Black day, stormy night
No love, no hope in sight
Don't cry, He is coming
Don't die without knowing the Cross

Ghettos 2 the left of us
Flowers 2 the right
There'll be bread 4 all of us
If we can just bear the Cross

Sweet song of salvation
A pregnant mother sings
She lives in starvation
Her children need all that she brings

We all have our problems
Some BIG, some are small
Soon all of our problems
Will be taken by the Cross

Black day, stormy night
No love, no hope in sight
Don't cry, 4 He's coming
Don't die without knowing the Cross, y'all

Ghettos 2 the left of us
Flowers 2 the right
There'll be bread 4 all y'all
If we can just, just bear the Cross, yeah

We all have our own problems
Some are BIG, some are small
Soon all of our problems, y'all
Will be taken by the Cross, y'all

The Cross!

The Cross!