AFRICA
I am taste for water to drink
In the middle of river I am
Sank deeply in the midst of it
Yet nor to drink from
Said, I am a giant asleep
And a stranger in her motherland
As my color paint me black
And felt powerless to change
The misery past of my life
That has drew upon me
But known not of my heart
Of where my soul dwells
As my pen pour out
Her ink of pain
And her patience has
Made a fool out of her
Cause living at a lonely
Edge of a dark world
Full of sorrow and anguish
For my happiness turn grief
My land of gifted black gold
That burns all night and day
As my natural given treasure
Become a pit of mother hell
Soul Passion
In the middle of river I am
Sank deeply in the midst of it
Yet nor to drink from
Said, I am a giant asleep
And a stranger in her motherland
As my color paint me black
And felt powerless to change
The misery past of my life
That has drew upon me
But known not of my heart
Of where my soul dwells
As my pen pour out
Her ink of pain
And her patience has
Made a fool out of her
Cause living at a lonely
Edge of a dark world
Full of sorrow and anguish
For my happiness turn grief
My land of gifted black gold
That burns all night and day
As my natural given treasure
Become a pit of mother hell
Soul Passion
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