The voyage

A search for water

When the sensitive tide falls
thats when the chaos rise up
survival of our kind
is always hindered
so far the drought is still at large
so i took the voyage of survival
searching for water amidst our very brown desert
but then i got myself into some mercenaries hands
and in there hands were ropes that got me enslaved
my freedom strapped to their dry hands
stuck out there i just want to be the frog
with my big effort i will just make the jump
the leap of freedom
to get me into the open beyond
where i'd seat next to the steak almost done
and feel the aroma of refreshment
and the breathe of freedom filling my lung up
but then am still stuck with the voyage of no return
but some day my freedom will come
and then i will know i've been the frog.