I worry not for the morrow, for its mysteries I’m not giving to see,
I worry not for the past for its pains and tears and sores has long fled from me,
For my interest lies in the present, there my dreams can be achieved, there destiny can be changed and the faith of tomorrow be rearranged.
I groan and moan in silence no more, for our fate rest no longer on worthy hands,
For the future has its glory forgotten in the past.
The claim of independence, to mark our liberty, is just a transition to a road of mental poverty,
Where our good confessions dies right on the flesh of our lips never finding its way to guide the actions of our heart.
We pray for sunshine, we pray for fruits, but we all are so nonchalant of the seeds we bury
whose sprout has been trampled under our boots.
We claim unity and peace, well that's another self deceit.
Where the people we put our trust in withholds us from grace, where people who are meant
to be in chains, behind bars within closed gates, are proudly our so called head of states
Where our creeds and cultures has been forgotten, and our birth right sold, embracing aliens and forgetting family, and the so called learned are so foolish to be wise
Well that's a story that can change only if we stop trying to adapt and start retracing our steps to where we lost our actual essence
Like a wise man once said “if the old are the wise ones, and the young never want to grow old then they will never be wise.
Written by Wayne
I worry not for the past for its pains and tears and sores has long fled from me,
For my interest lies in the present, there my dreams can be achieved, there destiny can be changed and the faith of tomorrow be rearranged.
I groan and moan in silence no more, for our fate rest no longer on worthy hands,
For the future has its glory forgotten in the past.
The claim of independence, to mark our liberty, is just a transition to a road of mental poverty,
Where our good confessions dies right on the flesh of our lips never finding its way to guide the actions of our heart.
We pray for sunshine, we pray for fruits, but we all are so nonchalant of the seeds we bury
whose sprout has been trampled under our boots.
We claim unity and peace, well that's another self deceit.
Where the people we put our trust in withholds us from grace, where people who are meant
Where our creeds and cultures has been forgotten, and our birth right sold, embracing aliens and forgetting family, and the so called learned are so foolish to be wise
Well that's a story that can change only if we stop trying to adapt and start retracing our steps to where we lost our actual essence
Like a wise man once said “if the old are the wise ones, and the young never want to grow old then they will never be wise.
Written by Wayne
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