I fear saying what I feel aloud
What is said may be so
But that which is contemplated
Was never meant to be
When a coloured man rises to fight
His fellowmen see inspiration
Others, dissent
Was he just melancholy with God that the night is unaware, obscure
If I walk into a sunset
Would you feel pity
For my ambling steps, the dejected march
Or would you get on the other side and see a smile, the sun shining on my face
Will courage finally hold my hand
Or will I be like those countless heroes
That led revolutions because they couldn't lead their destiny
Those byronic villains that lived in vain.
