Nothing could stop me
None could stand in my way
Allah is always with me
There is nothing I have to say
Except O God give me a hand
To take back our land
Yes I'm in the ground
But the sound of freedom
Only I can hear
I won't hear the voices of the guns
Or the bombs that spread the fear
And make the women die with tears
In their bloody eyes
Yes no
It is not a secret that all of the men
Today
Have no voice
they cannot cry out loud
We want freedom
They won't make a sound
Nor a step to the idea of being free
Open your hearts
Open your minds
Think well
And you will know
The sky will talk and tell
The moon will shout
The sun will show
Every living thing
Want to be free
So dear bros
Are we here?
Are you listening?
To the sound of freedom above
To the voices the of angel
Who wants to be free
A great poem, like it, a great write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, The Blues And Me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I read it... it's great