We're just so under-rated, don't know what you think's wrong.
The world that we've created, you think we don't belong.
The blessing of our voices raised, the power of our words,
You seem so scared, should be amazed, by all that you have heard.
Our bodies move like murals, painted across the earth.
As ink of every hue falls, don't see how much we're worth.
We're dressed in precious scarlet, it's mostly made by "Lee",
Each wrapped in something different, so beautiful to see.
You see the walls spray painted, to you it's vandelism.
The splendor, can't explain it, like looking through a prism.
Our tears could fill the oceans, our blood could paint the sky.
Our cries have reached the heavens, our dreams will make us fly.
You see each flower blossom, and spit upon its face,
But who we are is awesome, and YOU'RE the big disgrace.
-Lo Ruhamah
Our tears could fill the oceans, our blood could paint the sky.
Our cries have reached the heavens, our dreams will make us fly
beautiful. simple as that. =)