In despair I walked alone;
I lived life by what the church said would help me.
In the dusk down on one knee,
I prayed to the God that my culture exalts.
In last hope of salvation,
I begged him for relief from this daily grind.
After a while I questioned,
Is this "God" absent or merely uncaring?
In dismay I soon realized,
That it was all just lies to keep me in line.
So I changed my strategy;
I looked for help not from God but from my friends.
Freedom won't come from above,
But in an army of equals we are strong!