Some where within a nation, whispers of a cry
Carries though the wind…In prayer…hear it?
The pride is alive
Can you feel it? Pride within us.
Will you stand? Or watch each wrong
Become more wrong?
Knowing that the fight, we fight….we all fight
Whispers of a nation
Upon the moon across the starz it was given
Within the rain we all come from the same
Different in shades...but we are who we are
Within my world its peace of a different nature
Blessed within…can you feel it?
What happen to sweet harmony?
Don’t get it twisted…a plan was set
But we walk the wrong road
To get to the other side
Losing the faith and losing
Who we are….
Whispers of the nation trapped in the dark
How do we make it right?
Can we heal?
For the shackles, still hold the mind
From the depths of my soul
Crying out…What we do today
Reflects on tomorrow
Whispers of the nation trapped in the dark
How do we make it right?
The dark have no guarantee
The light is everlasting
Mistakes of yesterday is recycled
Within the world today
Do we strive or let be?
Whispers of a nation
Crying out
(C) 2005
Black Souls of Poetry
Carries though the wind…In prayer…hear it?
The pride is alive
Can you feel it? Pride within us.
Will you stand? Or watch each wrong
Become more wrong?
Knowing that the fight, we fight….we all fight
Whispers of a nation
Upon the moon across the starz it was given
Within the rain we all come from the same
Different in shades...but we are who we are
Within my world its peace of a different nature
Blessed within…can you feel it?
What happen to sweet harmony?
Don’t get it twisted…a plan was set
But we walk the wrong road
To get to the other side
Losing the faith and losing
Who we are….
Whispers of the nation trapped in the dark
How do we make it right?
Can we heal?
For the shackles, still hold the mind
From the depths of my soul
Crying out…What we do today
Reflects on tomorrow
Whispers of the nation trapped in the dark
How do we make it right?
The dark have no guarantee
The light is everlasting
Mistakes of yesterday is recycled
Within the world today
Do we strive or let be?
Whispers of a nation
Crying out
(C) 2005
Black Souls of Poetry