The mood you are is the mood you act
The taught in us and steps we take are who we are
No one can find the light no one can change the fact
The one in us known by no one is the one they track
They don't wanna leave us to pay
For our own and by ourselves to fined our own way
They brag as our shoulder not knowing its our own race
Our heart grieves, connoting "run away"
Its our aim starting like charity at home
But still, no leaf on the tree can be lone
Its our fight, we beseech. Just our own
If not freed, the ability of the bird to fly high won't be known
Our silence, our fight, our pain, our cry
Silent we are, respecting our culture to bow at their sight
Hungry in a food house, our yoke they can't see to certify
Just let the dove out to see how high it can go, it won't be a good buy!.