The Pain Of A Cracked Soul

It hurts but it cannot tear me apart,
It hurts when a man has to be shackled,
It's hurts for I was born in freedom and laughter,
It hurts when shackles become heavy,

Momentarily felt like a rusted ship,
Dragged down by its anchors and forgotten,

Cause

It wasn't carrying treasures for mankind,
Looked upon the skies and denied the privilege cause all was white in colour in the van,

There were times I wished to be surrounded by walls,
Never these walls for they are not freedom oriented,
Only mentally enslaving,

A fellow man reminded me that we are animals,
Locked me up as if I was guilty,

In my search for inner peace I broke the laws of mankind,
A fellow man looked down on me,

Instead

God looked down upon us,
Savages and Barbarians.

A stranger had me in his thoughts,
Offered me a helping hand,
Gave me back hope,
Restored my faith,

For that,

I cannot give up on myself,
I have to disappoint myself before anyone else,
It hurts but
I shall not hold grudges,
Instead I shall learn, for
I'm stronger than I knew
I shall keep my dignity intact,

For one to taste true peace one has to endure pain.