I'll meet you at the end of the line
Where the light is bright.
I'll wait for you in my favourite seat
And sit patiently for you arrive.
Then we can count the rays of the setting sun
And list the ways of the hunter's moon.
We'll recount our bracing of the Detroit wall
In facing the fall with raised hands
To lift the remains once again into strength
And accept the staining ink
Upon the papers I wrote from memory
When our brothers raised hands
To break another barrier to freedom
And we crossed the rainbow bridge to white
Space ahead and find that the brightest light
Is at the end of the line.