As I lay down on my bed
Holding in my hand , the book that
Written by uTata Nelson Madiba
And all I perceive in my thoughts
Are men who had they shoulders
Lifted high , who drew near to each other. And would never lay a hand on their women.

Who knew how to fight in silence ,
As they digged deeper in the mines
Soliders trying to break them like rocks
Hahaha...Broken they not
They knew their mission,our freedom

But today , my soul finds no home
As I look out the window

Streets have turned into range wards
Women and children their target
dreams are fading like smoke into thin air....