Souls are tired of dreaming,
Minds are feed up of singing;
Singing songs of pains and hurts,
That the flesh can no longer withstand.
Daily,we toil for hope;
The light of love continues to dwindle,
But because the heart is never tired of beating,
We strive to thrive for the sakes of our loved ones.
Cruelty has filled our fate's path with snares;
Spiritual blindness has trailed thousand to their sepulcher;
While others clamour for liberation and life,
Are we to watch as potential heirs face slaughter?
The arrows of agony are horrible;
Night and day flash like lightning,
With the omen of hoodoo;
Pandemonium of bitterness struck with deafness,
And when humanity suddenly becomes a tool of menace,
Can we then say ''GIVING UP'' is the only anodyne for survival?
Minds are feed up of singing;
Singing songs of pains and hurts,
That the flesh can no longer withstand.
Daily,we toil for hope;
The light of love continues to dwindle,
But because the heart is never tired of beating,
We strive to thrive for the sakes of our loved ones.
Cruelty has filled our fate's path with snares;
Spiritual blindness has trailed thousand to their sepulcher;
While others clamour for liberation and life,
Are we to watch as potential heirs face slaughter?
The arrows of agony are horrible;
Night and day flash like lightning,
With the omen of hoodoo;
Pandemonium of bitterness struck with deafness,
And when humanity suddenly becomes a tool of menace,
Can we then say ''GIVING UP'' is the only anodyne for survival?
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