May the rain, wash away excess May the sun, shine through clouds May the colors arch over us May the plants thrive May my eyes, discern nuances May my ears, listen to all voices May my mind, accept scarcity May my heart, be full May we thrive together.
Off I go to do What was once familiar Swim, leave a note, drive Freedom is a privilege White lined with debt My blood runs red My eyes see Through accumulated Prejudice My blood flows Like the water In which I swim Off I go to do What I want Without a thought Of another Freedom is a privilege Masked weighted with debt My blood runs red My heart beats Through attacks of Prejudice My blood flows like my tears through all that matters.