Come you, Oh Mighty Men
You may enslave my body
My heart shall always be free
No matter how many years
You decide to keep me in this den
I was born a free man
My heart is free to roam around
Mind is free to think and question
You think these chain can enslave me?
Oh men make your thinking a bit more mild
Since my journey from the mother’s womb
I’ve seen lovely places and sights
Sweet memories are engraved deep down inside
You think you can steal that all away?
For sure I’ll take them along in my tomb
The injustices of the life
Has made my body tired
Old and worn out
Like a used rubber tire
With deep cut scars of knife
Yet my heart is young and plump
Defeating the sweetness of the pomegranates of winter
Mischieveous yet scared like an infant child
Yet ready to trust and love like never broken
“Why don’t you learn from experience oh lump?”
Don’t judge me by my scars and bruises
Come to me once with love and care
My heart is still pure and gentle
Time has made my face like that
Free me from pain so that my heart and soul fuses





