We just want to live in a world where we are free
As we come alive in the ghetto to fight for a brighter day
Everyday we have to strive higher touching the sky
Living is never easy when all you know is poverty.
Maybe the sun will shine and the children can play in the streets
The chains will be broken for year’s they have been holding us down
Now we can fly freely like the birds in the sky
Your sorrow has turned to joy
Making way for a beautiful day
Giving us the love that was far away
By Mark Victor Hayden
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