We Will Overcome

Grayish age-old clouds leaned on the wings of the sky, Darkness fell upon the slumberous earth, In the dawn my door-bell chimed by a gale of wind That rolled me up, I was longing for a quiet dawn to have a glimpse On the flying geese, a pasture with herds, But now my soul is driven like a lost bird Caught in a terrible storm, I had once comfort, love and passion, Now I wander with many others in agonies! Surely we wander in the darkness of the storm, But in every roaring of thunder we find a volition of oath— That we will overcome the storm With the glow of an ebullient dawn!