Wings of a Poor Man

Wings of a poor man I am soon getting my riches one day
Sitting here waiting for that some day
Unfortunately I may never see this one day.

Born from the root of the sugar fields,
Grandfather was a poor man,
Father was a poor man,
I am poor man,
Seeking for his riches in a higher realm
Never forseen by the eyesight of a poor farmer child,
Rendered worthless to this greater society.

Puddles of poverty,
Drenched with desparity,
Overflowing with rivers of pain and sorrow.

This is not the life which I chose,
But it's the only life which I know,
Perhaps the only life which I will ever know.

Wings of a poor man, I am soon getting my riches one day
Sitting here waiting for that some day
Unfortunately I may never see this one day.

Sitting in this mental prison staring from my window,
Reaching my sights to these freed beings,
Praying to spread these impoverished wings
And fly to my final promise land. 

Hoping to break these chains of ignorance
Which have condemned and infested my people so superficially,
Unlocking the chains with a quest of knowledge,
This so called "education" never forseen by a poor farmer child.

Wings of a poor man, I am soon getting my riches one day
Sitting here waiting for that some day
Unfortunately I may never see this one day.

Walking these streets,
Plethora of pretty women,
Sweet to the eye but bitter to the soul.

So caught up in the materialistic,
Most have lost sight of the realistic.
Rags to riches,
Dressed in rags while I get spit on by their riches.

Asking for nothing by diamond and pearl,
A world that I can never give
While all this poor farmer child has to offer is
A clean heart and hand-drawn cart
Filled with freshly picked apples,
Keeping his mind on the freshly picked apple of his eye,
Which unfortunately wil lnever be his to blossom and harvest
The fields of the four chambers of his chest.

Wings of a poor man I am soon getting my riches one day
Sitting here waiting for that some day
Unfortunately I may never see this one day.

Hailing cries for miles and miles,
Praying for that one day,
I look to the sky and hear a slight whisper....

Wings of a poor man I am soon getting my riches one day
Sitting here waiting for that some day
My Father tells me I will see this one day.