Unsung Songs
I have a purpose,
I have reason to live
Waking everyday to the brightness of day,
Yet walking all day under a cloud of darkness
But I had a purpose,
I just had to find it.
Thought I could find it in school,
In the wide range of books I had to read
And the knowledgeable teachers
I found something there,
But it wasn't my purpose
It was my duty.
Tried finding it at home
Parents there to be our guides
Brothers and sisters we shared with bruises
Together we worked out why we were there,
But it was not the purpose
It was fate
I sought out after the church
For there is nothing so convicting
Like the ties of religion
Yet I found myself bound
In confining chains of the church
That was not my purpose
it was prison
I have a purpose
yet I will not find it in an establishment
I will not find it in another's words
I can only find it in me
For my purpose
Is the unsung song
Waiting to be sung
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