THE WAY OF THE WORLD
Bring me your hand
But not in full
In full your hands are down
Walk along and avoid a run
You run you are trampled upon
Stand for a cause
But don’t take a stand
You do you stand alone
Show me your heart with a little guise
In truth you lie
A little guise keeps you alive
Seek it gently and survive
Rapidly then learn bitterly
The way of the world
I BELIEVE: MY BELIEF
I believe and I know
It is not just a game or show
Not a figment of my will
Nor hinged on my physical zeal
It is the deepening conviction
The ever-increasing assertion
It is an ember smouldering
Silently shaping, moulding
It is the knowledge become flesh
That even when I fall afresh
When I deep even in dark crimson
Again will I rise like an ever shinning sun
OUR TALE
Half-lived and half-died
A colourful frenzy of solitude
In the multitude of plenty
Where we dream of all
Lost in our own eyes
Our hopes snatched from our very fingers
Amidst brethren we sing
Solidarity to a dismembered skeleton
The tale of our heritage
A shame that stigmatize us
LIBERATION
Thunderous rapture clap thy hands
Here is the resurrection
Of the murdered land
The glory of the lost tribe
The crowning of the trampled head
And the reign of the Black sun.
