I tried to reason with my race,
Made me feel only as a joke,
Trying to pave my own way,
May god help me and save me,
Two hands always ready to perceive,
Is like i already feel the curse,
Waiting for me to die so my soul can be dammed.



The wind in my heart,
As thee casts my sins,
And releases the fire of life,
Upon my own humbled soul,
Searching for my own path,
Feeling once again blind,
As i meet these strangers.


So once again, after some time,
I ask myself hoping for a change,
I am wrong?