Written by: Eric Zivanai

I dance to the tune of the COLOUR of my skin
I glance in the room, looking at the trauma within
daily the world will spin, HEAVEN is for all, but a few get in
I neglect the torture history brings, I respect the future. 
Misery sings and fools listen.Its time to modify rules for our children
My skin carries heritage, The whole world knows my story, its CENTRE STAGE
Annointed with WORDS OF WISDOM, At last I am free like birds flying to freedom
Tormented cause we ahere KEEN, I danced to the tune of my skin.