Darkness is all I have known,
Brightness is something I perceive.
Shut are the doors of my vision,
Open - a journey so forlorn.
My soul yearns from within,
In search it keeps wandering.
He stumbles then rises,
Endures never forsaking.
Unaware am I,
Of the colour of my skin, my hair, my blood.
They say it's white, black and red,
Alas.... pitied by their vibes,
They pity my existence.
Echoes...