Seasons change as for
Your colour and your
Skin, your clothes wave
You goodbye scattering
From your hands so many.

Thunderous storms take
You astray and abandon
Your flesh seemingly so

You stick to your own
Belief for you never fade
When you don’t receive.

Many threw in the towel
But you vowed forth your

That, that day would come
That the sun would bring
About the drum.