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Our Pain

I've seen many horrible things I have nightmares, no pleasant dreams I'm reminded of my past Everytime I go to sleep You don't know the burdens I have The demons that are deep inside of me I'm crying out inside & asking Can someone please help me I have no mother, no father, no family They were all strippped from me I was left to defend for myself So how do you want me to be My country is at war, there will be no peace There is no food, children starving, not enough to eat They gave us guns & threw us in the streets With arms wide open, our destiny's we greet The government came in to intervene They promised us a new life And took us to a new land Where we still don't have enough to eat A new jungle, a new war, new streets A new contest in which to compete You got to be tough and have a heart of steel Or you'll be like everyone else in crack hill They say go to school and find a dream Get an education and enjoy being free We'll give you help and support We'll provide what you need But all I see is poverty, blood, sweat, and tears We sell goods at stands, at a good fare But they just walk past our booths Snickering their noses in the sir But our men are the same as your men And like your women, our's shed tears Our children may be darker in color But they still have the same fears So I sit back and ask myself How much better is this life I silently answer the question Nothing's changed, I'm still fighting for my life You don't know my struggles You choose not to see my pain you just live your priveliged life And assume I don't need the same So here we are still standing alone Swallowing our fears and hiding our tears Trying to find faith and showing our strength While believing we'll be free someday

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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