Give Me Freedom

In the mystery of irony I have no liberty Not even in my country I grieve as sorrows breathe in my nostril. Sadness pushes me to speak But still fear grips me The color of my skin Shouldn't distinguish me. I am dropping the tears of a slave My spirit gale in rave My blood standing still in my vein And my soul melts on the sigh of my grave. Droplets of rain beating my zinc My tears cage in a box of misery My inner sanctum knees in confusion and Freedom has become my biggest depression. I have submitted myself in their deceit Happiness has become my nightmare Loneliness has become my motivation No words to describe my intention The days of tyrannies are over Loose me from the bundles of terror. Hold my hand as I enter in the city of freedom. Where love and peace rest in man's bosom.