Sins of the father's

Do we have to Walk this far .

With hagged clothes and thirsty throats.

To taste freedom,to taste freedom we were told we had years ago .

Were are the fights our fathers told us they fought .

Where are the deserts they said they walked through .

Why do we have to suffer ?

Dining with mistakes of our fathers.

Are we cursed ? Is the melody that rings in our head daily.

Our tears flows downs like waves from the boundless river in our eyes.

Our pains turns to hate .

To strive turns to suffocation.

We've no choice but to lick the dirty floor our fathers refused to sweep.

We've none but to pay the price cause we're our fathers children sadly.

Thanks