The Sun Sets In The South Freedom is a bird, black under ’76 blue sky You are myth, mirage from my grasp you fly Today your face looks different under a new sun You are white, black yet your eye is still blue Treading on 2000s free soil my feet still yearn to know you. < previousnext > People who enjoyed this, also enjoyed: Ixeba, the Wound Kufa The Pillar Was Not Taken But Stolen If Thou Shall I Never give up