MY SPEAKING MUTED VOICE
Our dreams are pertections of our imaginations
But our perfected spirit works seems a delay
When our homes no longer shelter for a head
And our treasures worth no value
When our achievements all become countless efforts
We strive each passing day but never are we perfected
When darkness came we slept and had a reality dream
We saw a mighty empire with brightness as the sun
We woke to see we are still in our present past
We have sold our motherland pride, our dignity is gone
The pride of life so mighty which novw rule mankind
When our conscience our guilty no longer our judge
I talk of a crying world, which man can't save
But many pay deaf to my muted voice
Which speaks of a world of reality in our present age
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