Who am I?

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

but today

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

then,

We are the weak links

We are the black sheeps