It’s gonna be a black man
Who holds his hand
When he’s at the last moments of his life

It’s gonna be a black man
That he confesses to
And let’s go of all his sins
That has plagued his mind
While admitting his regrets
He can see them clearly now

 
It’s gonna be in a hospital
And we’re not gonna be around him
He’ll be by his own
All alone
 And the last person he’d though would be there
Will be a black man

Doesn’t matter if he’s the doctor,
Nurse
Or a visitor who pities
A volunteer

Or just someone who overhears
Doesn’t matter which life or which type of occupation
But what matters is that he’s going to be the man
Who will give him comfort at the last moments of death?
That man will be a black man

His ‘hatred’ for that race
Will get him back
To renounce his bigotry and his prejudice
The unexpected will acome

But he won’t know

That it’s a black man is holding his hand
While his eyes are squeezed shut
That it’s a black man who’s giving him
Peace at the last hours before death
The one who can forgive him
Or pretend to forgive him
For all the sins of his past
Just so the old man can stop
Mumbling
And past on peacefully at last

And I’m gonna feel sorry
I’m not gonna be there
To look upon and watch the
Irony of this day
In contrast to his life
That a man from the race he dislikes
Comforts him, before he enters the
Never-ending, peaceful, blackness of the afterlife

It’s gonna be a black man
The only man
Who’s gonna witness his death
The old man’s family and ‘friends’ won’t be there
They know but they won’t care
The consequences of his actions haunt him in his last moments
And he repents blindly to
Who he thinks is an angel
Ironically, to a man who he has viewed as an phantasm of hatred

His body feels at peace
His mind feels at peace
Finally his soul feels at peace
But if he open’s his eyes and turn around
He will see
A black man
            That’s the last thing he will hear
            Whispering words of comfort as his time nears
A black man
            Holding his hand
            He feels peace, a connection through their hands
A black man
            Giving him comfort, peace, hope, contentment

 
And the old man remembers the years of bigotry and prejudice
That had sparked between the races
He sees
A black man
Oh the irony
The race of people he hated all through his life is
The people who ill give him comfort through the hours of his death

I’m sorry I won’t be there
To see the moment
It brings tears to my eyes
It’ll be a life changing moment
Delayed for sometime
I’m sorry I won’t be there
I’m sorry I won’t be the one comforting you
But then again
I’m not completely sorry
Because now maybe you can see

That a black man
  Can comfort you
A black man
  Can be your friend
A black man
  Has a heart
And a black man
  Is just like you
            A human man

They aren’t as bad as you think they can be
And better late than never they say
I agree and I hope
And I pray to God
That he’ll let me witness that moment

When a black man gives you comfort in the torment
Before your moment
Of
Eternal
Peace.