We are born for a purpose but
We lay in silence
Silence that we long to escape from
But until the promised time
We can just hope
For a jail free card.
The authorities decide
And we rejoice
Because hope is about to materialize
We are about to be let out
So we stay aroused.
We pack our bags and belongings
We are leaving Egypt
Into the Promise Land
Where our destiny lies
But where lies exist
We are never certain
But we cling on to hope
Now
Hope disappoints
And decisions are overturned
An authority has cold feet
Seems we are going to stay in Egypt
We plead Mercy, but she's got her mind made up
Now dreams have been shattered.
Anger embraces us
And in our moment of rage
We decide to riot
Disturb our sacs until we are let out!
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 4:17 AM UTC