My heart keep pounding a question in me,
When shall I be free, where shall I flee?,
From the world and it hunter's snare,
From the planet that is so engulfed in fear,
From what pain is all i gain,
From the hope that one day I shall break the chain,
From a place with no love,no fun but cruel games,
From the need to race pass the hardship that could get me lame,
From the world which rich men caress the orders and laws,
bending it to their favor while the poor suffers under it claws,
From a world that deprive me of joy and hold my success with the grip of a vine ,
From the heavy hand smacking my naked soul and cracking my spine,
From the eyes that dart around like the edge of a sword,
Ready to destroy and condemn me when I'm upon the world,
From the smiles of men and the evil they do,
From the wealth and worldly treasures they pursue,
From a place which isn't suitable to dwell,
An horrible place, a place like hell.
gentlepen
