Sold To Be Soul
Sold to be Soul
When I cry
I continue to try
Then I become tired
There is no help
In the time of toil
Of people that has soil
Darkness with a glitter of light
Glooming in the nearby sun
All alone in the upper walk
Nature takes toll
Upon everyone’s soul
Sold out to the oppressor
Suppress and depress
Press your way forward
Fran King
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