Composer : Kwame Nkrumah

Singing prayers for the heroes that I wanted to be

Wrestling with a lot of fears I wanna believe

Fell in love, oh I fell in love, fell on my knees

Stood up and I found

Psychological kaleidoscopic second-hand dreams

I ain't living like they told me, I ain't

I'm not living like them

I grew tired of pomegranate riots

The quiet called me, I went

Where I went

Singing prayers for the anger that I'm learning to feel

Wrestling with a sorrow about the things that are real

Are we odd, are we beautiflawed

Are we odd, are we beautiflawed

Are we odd, are we beautiflawed

Is there joy in the pain that comes along with it

I ain't living like they told me, I ain't

I'm not living like them

I grew tired of pomegranate riots

The quiet called me, I went

I'm not living like they told me, I ain't

I ain't living like them

I grew tired of pomegranate riots

The quiet called me, I went

Where I went

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