Dave Ben'Dafe

On board the terrace of my despondency
I beheld the strength of the weak made manifest,
As the weakness of the strong ebbs.
I saw the lame limp without feet,
The speechless, express'd the vision of the blind.
With the voice of anguish they cry,
Cried, how shall we!

I beheld a flicker in the shadow that embraced the blind,
Illuminated by a Will, Courage and Believe.
Out of one man's sacrifice - a new world was born.
Then they dance,
Danc'd to a new song sang by the mute.
In that moment of triumph,
Their separateness was unified.
A new strength was born.

Instructed by the wisdom of the ignorance,
The world was ablaze.
Then the childless gave suck,
The dumbness of the dumb obliterated,
While the darkness of the unsighted was lighten'd
And the feebleness of the lame faded into the night.
They established precedence.

They broke loose,
Out of the unwalled prison that incarcerated their minds.
They limp'd forth, like tiny flames from the furnace of affliction.
They crawl'd, out of the dreary depth of despair
To the lighte'd height of hope.
In unison the boundaries they broke.
And they abandon'd their affairs with the past,
To concentrate on the rendezvous with the morrow.
A new order was born.