I am the weak link
I am the black sheep
I am the one and only who is worth-while to deceive
I am the warrior who will hold the gun whilst you take your pic
Believe what they say about me
I am cutting the ties
I am running wild
I will take what I have, run run run far and reside
I will go places where my language is the hit
I will lend my voice to the weak
where-ever my voice is at need
And are my hands pre-requisit?
Can I dance to my heartbeat?
With cheerful souls and sand twin feets?
I will choose people who learn my name right
Those whose souls are like-mind
Don’t be mistaken I love you,
Oh I love you like the breeze of the wind
I love you from the miles between
You, you gave me a gift
That gift is called freedom
I wear the freedom crown
Perhaps, I will find the crowd of freedom crowned
We are the weak links
We are the black sheeps
We are the once who it’s been worth-while to deceive
Only, no one deceives
No one runs, no one guns
the run was worth-while
Who am I?