Humble Revolt

Why you scrap me in history, Using your astringent and twined lies? You may now trample me in the soil But just like dust, I'll fly. I see my defiance upset you And makes you surrounded with gloom Just because I am living and walking As if I've got a fountain of blood The loving warm blood in my vein, flowing like a river in my room. Did you wish to see me broken? Insulted and bowed head? My shoulders drooping down like my own bleeding tears Weakened, shattered, From my agony and cries You may gun me down With your words, You may slice me with your sword, Still, like warm southern wind, I'll rise. Just like the certainty of waves, I can fall but I’ll rise again. Leaving behind nights of torture From a past that's rooted in indignity Out of sheer shame of history I will bring the glory of from my own grave, With the joy, dream and the hope of mankind I‘ll rise bringing light on a daybreak