Oppressed, exploited, slavery
The homeland of our ancestors...

I'm falling to pieces
Over you...

I run from my problems
my sorrow...

The winter wind pushes through the crowds
Another gloomy day awaits...

When I think of you
My smile gets a little bigger...

I cry for my people the ones
living in poverty...

It has stopped beating
it makes no sound...

I love song plays softly in the background
the summer breeze...

I have 1000 things running
through my mind...

Soldiers marched into the villiage
They came in the cover of darkness...

Sitting on the bus stop floor
asking for some change...

(1985)
Young soldier...