Upon the darkness of night, I sit holding my father tight. Wanting him near, and the tears turned to blood. He sits upon the tree as the tears fell upon his eyes. He said my son I have forsaken you, of all your hopes and dreams. I the image of man, means nothing upon this earth, I cried with my father every tear drop that fell. The skies open when my daddy cried. Father why have you stayed away for so long? Daddy bowed his head, I never knew how to be a father, I just ran an hide. For there are many things in this life, son I cried the blood, upon this earth. Daddy you are the image of a king. Daddy dropped his head and said son, blinders that prepared my death, the night the heavens cried. I thirst for the knowledge of a image of a man. My son said the father in the quiet of the storm, I have not forsaken you, I seek for the same knowledge as you my son. I put my palms in his hands, we danced through the wind as the tears fell, Sharing the same tears. I my son the child within, I one day Will be able to teach you to be a man. I cry for the curse that I passed on through your genes. I cry for the wisdom that I one day , shall present you with great things. The sky open and man fell to there’s knee’s , dancing upon the valley. The Heaven cried when my daddy cried, The birds wimped, all the tears bounded singing one day I shall be free. He looked upon the skies and broke the chains. As he so did I singing ,the national athem song. The heavens cried and masses of black men fell to there knee's Oh thy God forgive me for not taking my rightfull place. The sea's weap as thy Jesus who hanged upon the cross. The angel appeared and said, my son and the father looked up, he said not you , the father of the son. The birth rights that God has given thee, again the heavens weaped, and so did the sun. Lord teach me how to be a King.