i feel blessed

i feel that i'm blessed more and more;
i woke up without my eyes but i see everything;
my is spirit is sensing life un to my flesh;
my troubles became a funtasy to me;
i feel that i'm blessed and i am;

the african son from the toemato background;
the small but greater in the minds said;
i will one day have my own stars and moon;
i will one day see the side of bread and butter;
for mercy is upon my shoulders;

who could believe that the poorest of the poor are rich;
who could smell the bigger pot being cooked;
i feel blessed because i can still breath;
many do not matter much;
my life will remain a mirror to the next generation;

i will leave a legacy,a legacy hope and dreams;
a dream that surpasses all riches in the world;
a legacy to know and accept ourselves;
to understand the meaning of love and hate;
to give without looking back;
to feel the need to grow above every standard
yes i feel blessed and i know i am.

in the mist of my tears

in the mist of my tears;
i cried like a dying horse;
yes in the mist of my tears;
i felt the pain of death;
in the mist of my tears;
i felt a pain greater than labour pain;
i felt my heart repturing;

i cried for help no one answered;
i knocked to my neighbour but i was never looked at;
in the mist of my tears;
i felt the tears,the tears of sorrow and shame;
in the mist of my pain i called your name;
please save me from this touture;
who will rescue me from the darkness of the world;

in the mist of of my tears;
when men and women desert me;
when the friends reject me;
when my family is ashamed of me;
i then fixed my eyes upon you;
i thought of ending my sorrow;
but i remebered your love;

on you i rely and rest;
on you i find hope and love;
in your words i'm comforted;
listening to you brings my will to live back;
in your words i gather my strength;

but my question will always be why should the son of this woman suffer;
why must i fall in the hands of the wicked one;
my life does not feel like life;
in the mist of my tears;
i feel the dark cloud upon my head;
my vision is blur;
my path and ways are never clear;

my question will always be why should the son of this woman suffer;
is it a curse or what?

why me?

my heart is crying;
crying for my seed;
my tears fill the oceans;
to whom should i ask this question;
why me?

what wrong have i done that others did not do;
that is for my ancestors;
what huge sin have i commited that this punishment come upon me;
i can not say i am angry because i'm not;
i thought of having a nice family;
a nice wife and beautiful kids;
all that is taken away;
why me?

i feel nothing like a man;
for what is a man without heads in his house;
my enemies are mocking me and they laugh when i pass;
they call me foe who cant preserve himself;
why all these things uponme?

i hate to say what i'm feeling now;
i hate to pray in agony;
i hate to lay my life for shame from friends and family;
why me?