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Expression of the mind
An open mind that is full of pains he bears alone
His soft spirit that cry for redemption
Jumping from pole to pole with sad face,
Shouting for freedom he can not see or feel
Living in an island without habitation
Freedom he thinks of every morning when the sun set on him
The heaven opens its gate but death was far from him.
While the gods meet together under the sun to say their prayers for him,
The spirit being move with the winds to summon him
With the pain in him he shouted for joy but his mouth was fill with blood
Suffering became his companion, friend and enemy.
The night always remind him of the pains he will bear
While the morning light takes too long to bright on him
The stronger he become, the harder he is pushed to the wall
His days are numbered like the drop of fruit in the tree when d breeze blow
A new day is coming, but his pains I feel inside of me
Let the light shine on him like the rain pouring on a dry ground
His pains are heavy on him like a calabash full of clay
Tomorrow should come, so that his stories will keep him alive
Let me drink and sing for I care for nothing he said,
For my pains I suffer alone until I am called

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