This is for all my brothers and sisters living behind the Iron Gate. I send my thoughts and prayers:

ALL I GOT

Sometimes the morning sun

Is all I got

Sometimes it is the memory

Of you and me

Is all I got

Sometimes today

Is all I got

I push forward

Through these steel gates

Some of them are mine

Fences topped

With those nasty barbs

Wanting to rip me apart

Bleeding from places you never dream of

I still dream of tomorrow

I still dream

Yet today is all I got

Opinions don’t matter here

Fly’s listening on the concrete walls

Survival takes on a new attitude

Trust develops into a new concept

Learning the meaning of silence

Solitude

I still dream

Sometimes the morning sun

Is all I got

Sometimes it is

The ancient memory

Wanting to be Free