my face is weary.
my tears have dried.
my feet are dusty and painful
after the long slavery work in the farm
but my heart still beats
my throat sings for water
but still my voice is unheard in these lands
oh oh oh how my head sweats for shade
but still my tears are unseen in these lands
of my father
but still my heart never stops beating
©tefololo
©ts.dabula
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