My soul is fighting for Freedom Day
I don’t know why but it’s fighting to be honest
I’m praying to myself day by day
until it’s gonna arrive
the day that no-one knows when it will come
the day that doesn’t have a friend or heart
the day that doesn’t ask for anyone’s permission
and doesn’t care about skin colour
the day that comes for every rich and poor person
the day that keeps a sheep and lamb
crying for another day to come.
I don’t understand this life
What is forever, when happiness doesn’t last?
What is love in a world of hate?
What forever when life doesn’t last?
Me as Tamia
I’m speaking of life as if I was born in history
all this feels like I got the experience of the old generation
I get the past.
Whoever borrows this please take it back
is there any life after this life I wonder
One Day I will be a dream to those who sleep
I’ll be a history of those who chose fame
I will fade like a star in the clouds
I will sleep without dreaming and breathing
when that day comes my broken heart will shut down
my mind will rest
pain will disappear
my flesh will fade away
only bones will remain as a reminder that I was here
by Tamia Hendricks, 17 years old
