The days of darkness
Eclipsed the color of our freedom.
"Run"
By tracks, or by the wings of our King.
We yearned for the days when the earth and sky was one.
The mold of cement held nature to the ground
And the grasses never saw the lightness
Of another day. "Freedom"
They shout.
Whether it's a bus seat or a meal by the Woolworth counter
We yearned for the days when the ocean touched the moon.
Ting, Ting, Ting
Clashes of rough swords and words
The fight for moral rights
North against South,
A turmoil worth the lives of our brethren.
Many years past,
And at last,
The bird of paradise has bloomed.