As I travel through life's path
Fogs of uncertainty cloud my sight
Like the butterfly in the caterpillar
I drank of life's bitter river

Further and further I probed
Asking questions that beguile the old
Deeper and deeper I looked within
Searching through every life's inn

In that state of complete confusion
A fire ignites within bringing illumination
Shedding light in dark alleys
And reducing mountains to valleys

Within my soul a journey began
An unwinding path, where shadows spin
I longed for the truth, in every crease
As I embraced the parts I had release

With each forward step I dropped a mask
As I found strength in my vulnerability
A mirror telling stories untold
Of trials and triumph, young and old

In this inner world I found my way
Through light and night, dark and day
I learnt and forgave and let go too
As I discovered the beauty in me anew
Finding purpose in the chaos,
and rising against all odds

In life's darkest depth, Hope Echoes,
Resounding through every race,
tongue and Nation, Uniting hearts
And transcending borders.

In moments of anguish, Hopes Echoes,
Calling for solidarity amongst men,
To stand in oneness against the evil
That beguiles this big blue ball.

In times of shadows, Hopes Echoes,
Shining bright on all that seem faded,
Reviving lost dreams, empowering sight
And giving strength to those who are weak.

In our loneliness, Hope Echoes,
Turning isolation into communion,
fraternity into fellowship
And brings us a step closer to "The Truth"....

Even now, Hope Echoes,
Charging the old to employ their wisdom,
And the youth, their strength,
So that Mankind can again be free,
Not just free, but truly free and cleansed,
From the shackles of all doubts and impurities.

Night Time
A darkness that guarantees shelter
From the scorch of the burning Sun
A time cherished after the light
And assures rest from the day's work

A time of unprecedented happening
When good and evil shake hands
As they each take turns moving men
Like pawns on a chessboard
One trying to checkmate the other

A time when men sleep but don't sleep
Where powers that be meet and greet
A time when angels visit and demons possess
Binding us infinitely to the Divine

Black, a color, a race, a people,
Rich in heritage, diverse in soul,
With roots that run deep,
and a spirit that makes whole,
Our history whispers secrets,
of old and untold,
And our voices rise,
in celebration of light.

Black, a culture, a lifestyle, a story,
The only race enriched by melanin.
Home to the greatest kings and queens,
Our lands are rich with earth's elements
and a vast array of nature's creativity.
Mountains, landscapes, valleys,
plateaus, and hills – you name it.

Black, a vibe, an aura, an essence,
A great convergence of life's beauties.
Languages, dresses, and crafts,
Dishes, religion, and rites.
Shining bright with eternal delight
A place of peace, refuge and safety so Divine
Glowing bright with love's pure shine.