I remember when the darkness came
and took away my pain...
I'm sorry I'm not pretty.
I'm sorry I'm not thin...
Places painted with pain,
Where all is dark and all the same...
I stand on the bank, the bank of freedom
And behold...
Young boys respond to
their natural summers call...
Whilst walking down the path
i saw something up ahead...
We've come to a point in our time,
Where there is more fatal crimes...
We will watch the blood drip from our palms
The blood of those with lips bearing equality...
The world is built on excuses
diversions of the mind...
To you it was just a dollar,
but to me it was so much more...
Trapped by horrible disease
in a lonely abysmal hole...
One set of foot steps in the sand,
But how many have traveled the path...