(from my sister eyes) Guiding me in a direction toward the light I’ve become a feather in the breeze It was a path that we were taken to. Enslaved captive confined and caged. And the women cried out loud. Come save me from this domain. Yet our warriors feared them. And we feared them as well. Creature that we never seen before Came and invaded our land. Was it the color of them that added to our fear? Was it the horror of the pain inflicted? That helped them that scared US to tears Is this all a terrible dream? That I will never awaken from. My body batter, my virtue stolen. My children taken and gone. They not know a Mother love Or a Father teaching. I just want to fly away. Like the doves the eagles I cried the cry of our Fathers I cried the cry for our Warriors I cried the tears when I seen I was lost from my brothers. It was a battle I felt alone. No one came to save me. As they took all of me And left my remains The savages. They took my child from my arms And a price tag it adorned. No gentle kiss from my lips. He was gone She was gone. All was gone gone gone. Can I become a feather And soar up toward the sky. Toward the western horizon With my beautiful child. I fear we have no Warrior here. Because none will take up arms To release US from the hateful grip Of these foreigners. I’m a woman crying the tears Of the one before US. The ones who cried for our men To help To come And save US. I didn’t understand why You never grab your spears. When you heard the maiden cry Could you feel our tears? I know now you didn’t know then That you had nothing to fear. Now's the time feel no shame We have work to do still We have to stop the foreigners From taking our children again We are many They are few. Let's become rulers again We are the lost tribe that many have spoken and written of We are the mighty tribe The Warriors of Africa We was lost but not anymore And we witness so many horror. They have no more tricks up there sleeves. So stop them from Raping Our Nation Our Culture I want to be a feather And fly away in the wind But that won't stop the pain I feel When I think of my people again. I can't become a feather and fly up toward the sky Because my life is here on this plain With Our Father Our Warriors Our Child.