One Day

I dont know when the time might come, I dont even know where I might be But this I do say, until that one day That then; I will be free. I think of that day with every step I take, As I wish for it, with every breath I breathe As I hope my day will come, before my life is done, Then finally I'll know, you will belong to me. Though I might be standing alone one day Or I might be writing, with pen and pad in hand, But my time will be here, maybe a day or even a year And then I will know, that indeed for us I am a man. I think of that day with every step that I take And I wish with every breath that I breathe, Am I being judged, or against me is there a grudge, Doesn't anyone want me and my soul to be free. I don't know where that I might be standing, And I don't know exactly where I might be, I don't know if it will be far or near, a day or a year, But I do hope, that my time is coming for me. I look and speak to my family and friends I tell them too, that one day it will be my day, But they push me aside, as their time has arrived, And I don't need the same time for which they had prayed. I look at my world, there is no one else like me, I stand alone I don't even know who I am, They say I should be proud, like a new born child, But in what they say, there belief they never took their stand. Randy L. McClave