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Leaving

I am leaving whichever  way it goes
I am leaving to end this miserable show
I dont know where I am going but
I am leaving, I don't know where I am going
But the tides are turning, the moon is
going round and round to a city that is
out of bound, the sun is rising in
The East with a passion that is very deep
The north is where I am bound and I will
Embrace it without a frown, the south is
playing to a new beat and West is jumping
On its feet.
Something strange is happening in the town
And everyone is running around
The cars are playing music with their horn
And some people will wake up to face the
Reality at dawn, the beat will be different
And the music will be solemn
When reality start to set in and the soul
begin to comply then everyone will start
Listen to their innate cry.
I am leaving and I don't want you to miss me
I am leaving and I don't want you to cry for me
My hard work here has paid off and many people
have come out of the dark, the streets are cleaner
And the boisterous language has toned down
And people are becoming conscious all around
The days and nights I spend in the street was
For a cause that was greater than me
I stood up to all opposition inside out
And work from my soul without a doubt
I have learned the hardest way but my spirit
Never went astray, I kept my focus and
All the distractions that came around me
Was one step to propel me to victory
There were days when I felt hard pressed
And there were days that I was quiet relaxed
Knowing that my masters were behind the wheel
And looking out for me.I have never seen them
And I have never spoken to them but I know that
Someone close by was administering to my
Innate crys.Those are the crys without tears
Those are the crys without fears.
And when the night is done, I always wake up with 
a song.A song that blesses my soul,
 a song that makes me feel bold.
And the people often wonder what I am doing that
is causing me to prosper.In the middle of the chaos
and the confusion, I maintain a calm spirit and a strong hand.Who knows that I have suffered, 
Who knows that I go to sleep every night without supper
That has been the reality for eight months and sixteen days.Throuhgout these testing times, I know that the spiritual things are divine.
I am leaving with no anger pain or bitterness
I am leaving with the power of pardon and forgiveness
I am leaving with the spirit of happiness
Forgive me if I cannot stay 
I have to complete my spiritual mission
Without further delay
I am leaving.

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