Every night i carry in my chest,
pain so sharp that release my tears.
Why do i have to carry this crest?
If Black is beautiful why awaken my fears?
Sing me a lullaby.
I want to walk on the clouds of sweet dreams.
Sing me not a Lulla-Bye.
cast me not to deep sorrow and wild screams.
Give me bread,don’t give me stones.
Give me hope,don’t give me a pope.
Awaken my dying dry bones,
And release me from the thick Red rope.