Mayday

For 7 days and 7 nights
Harold washed
On Christmas not a day off
He labored for his wife and his child
In hopes of a day they'd run wild

Mayday! Mayday!

Then one night
The hand of God took control
His righteous wrath took its toll
Can His lungs rise above the crashing waves?
To let the white man hear His rage

Mayday! Mayday!

The man's child saw Harold's pain
For she was pure
Innocence is the cure