Dreams of a slave.

   Oh God!

   If there is a lesson to be learned,

   If there is a treasure at the end

   Of the rainbow in heaven,

   Please let it be seen,

   This is a blind world it seems

   To many walls shadowing dreams.

  Please! 

  Let me spread my wings

  And fly across the seas, but

  This is reality, take a seat

  

  Should we scream louder?    or

  Should we remain silent, before 

  history and violence?

  Oh God!

  If there is a truth to be found,

  is it buried underground?

  or is it on the shapes of the clouds?

 

  Oh God!

  There was love in the air

  Now there is pollution in the air

  Is there an answer to our prayers?