who said...

who said i can not stand up when i fell
who said i can not rise when i stumble
who said i will never be great like others
who said i'll not praise when i'm sick

the sun that pierces my skin make me unfimiliar to this world
the waters that flows through my belly point me out
i'm the toenardo in the mist of the darkness
i swiftly uproot the greates trees
my arm is stronger than samsons'

i walk free on the waters and the air of this world
respect i do not command i demand
great things they call me
do i look to be the hope in the eyes of the hopeless
do i seem to be a shoulder to carry those who are crippled

who said i can not be, be and be the the vanguard of my people.

why do we live

is this the life i should live?
is this the live given to me by the almighty
is this life, that i feel when i pinch myself
when i open my eyes and see the light

i see differrent colours and sounds
the sky is decieving and clouds are of their colour
i tend to ask myself the question
why do we live?

do we live to please the almighty?
do we live to please my self?
if thats it who am i?
why am i here?
for what good reason

do we live to taste the harshness and pleasure of nature
do we live to see tha face of death
do we live to feel comforted by the spirit of the gods
why do we breathe?

why do we live,
he who says can answer me let him tell me.......