Sometimes I see the moon
sometimes blinded by the sun,
sometimes I am the priest
and at times I'm the nun.
Sometimes I speak for freedom
sometimes the power of one,
sometimes I am the father
and sometimes I'm the son.
Sometimes I march for liberty
sometimes for human dignity,
sometimes in solidarity:
sometimes I struggle just for me.
Sometimes I march in jubilation,
then at times in exhalation,
other times in desperation.
Sometimes wise and sometimes brave,
sometimes master, sometimes slave,
sometimes proud and sometimes sane,
sometimes in grief and sometimes in pain;
sometimes vehement but then again
sometimes just in silent refrain.
Sometimes bearing moral witness,
other times in deep distress.
Sometimes easy, sometimes hard:
sometimes glad, sometimes sad-
sometimes.