Plagued has been my mind
Situations and circumstances has built walls in my head
Will I amount to anything? Said a thought
My world is crumbling, o’er is this life for me, I rather be dead.
I yelled help, help but no one comes my way.
There is no help anywhere
In frustration and despair do I live daily?
My hands are in chains, my mind in bonds
The clouds of my past have clogged my future
There is no light ahead, little wonder I have been called darkness.
Opaque and bleak seems my future,
Deliverance I need deliverance I need.
The seven winds blew percussion through the trees, then a voice I heard,
I lifted my hands and the chains broke, broken chains from uplifted hands,
Fell into my mind and locked it.
Free are my hand, locked is my mind.
Where are the dreams of Nkrumah, my father, my freedom you fought for?
Now my mind is in bonds of chains from my hands.
Liberation, liberation is my chant but freedom must come to my mind.
The voice keeps calling……. Renew your mind, renew your mind.
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