Tuesday, February 10, 2009
And, Life is like a Poem.
Mr. President,
Did you ever dream or imagine such a Historic moment. Most would say NO. I say yes, just not in my lifetime. hahaha lol): I'm so thrilled I can't hardly stand it. So what does it mean? I ask my creator. Change... Mr President says. My God tells me true change comes through him. If Mr President is God's vessel then surely change will come.
"At last we have overcome.
sinful shame and oppression
At last we have overcome
brutal battles and regression.
I've seen the promise land "said the preacher"
filled with milk, honey and sand
We are our own worst enemy
no, more blame to remedy.
The former is still watching and waiting
but, we have control of our own painting
Our names and lives belongs to us
no more fake brushes, no more back of the bus".
At last.
Did you ever dream or imagine such a Historic moment. Most would say NO. I say yes, just not in my lifetime. hahaha lol): I'm so thrilled I can't hardly stand it. So what does it mean? I ask my creator. Change... Mr President says. My God tells me true change comes through him. If Mr President is God's vessel then surely change will come.
"At last we have overcome.
sinful shame and oppression
At last we have overcome
brutal battles and regression.
I've seen the promise land "said the preacher"
filled with milk, honey and sand
We are our own worst enemy
no, more blame to remedy.
The former is still watching and waiting
but, we have control of our own painting
Our names and lives belongs to us
no more fake brushes, no more back of the bus".
At last.
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