This one is dedicated to all those in the struggle. Together we will overcome.
No mountain is high enough.


The wind of change

The gentle breeze will soon turn into a tornado
The epicentre cannot hold
Here comes the wind of change

After the storm
Comes the calm
And then another storm
As new challenges come

But jump we must
This is the power of change
Not even the sky is our limit
So rise and shine
We are the power
The power is us

Let the fire burn
Inflict pain on me
Ready to pay the price for victory
Knowing the sweetness ahead

Step out of my way
Or you will be crushed
You the oppressor
No time to fool around
Take a cup of knowledge
Lest you will choke
Beware of the power of consciousness

Let the tide come
For the ebbing will not be too long
No sins will remain covered
For the tide will wash the sand away
Naked you will be

Feel me
But don’t touch me
You keep our fire blazing
Are you so deaf to hear
Are you so blind to see
Are you so numb to feel

This is the wind of change
It can uproot mountains
We drank from the calabash of yesteryear
On today we stand
Looking beyond the horizon
Awaiting the bright star of tomorrow

Beat beat beat
Beat the drum of victory
No more dancing in solitude
We refuse to be silenced
The vacuum left behind by the pain
Must be filled with joy

Listen to the voice of the newly born
Oh sweet tomorrow
I can feel the goose pimples
This must be the soothing effect
Of the hormone of victory

I can feel tomorrow in me
Purging the pus of yesterday
This must be the wind of change

Alpha Robinson

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