The Story Of A Ghanaian 'Borga'

I will cover my eyes with dark ashes I shall pretend to be blind I shall retire my legs from walking So others could call me cripple It's not that I feel defeated Because the battle isn't yet won There was a time when I stood tall But now I only stand to fall Greed has shamed my house So poverty has sent me in search of wealth I must go into hiding before the dawn This man made paradise isn't my home Here I am just another face in the crowd Here they call me a beggar behind my back Here the call me the Black devil I eat honey which turns bitter in my mouth Only God knows the trouble that I have seen Indeed if I am only as strong as my burden Then I will carry on just the same With the hope that my heart doesn't cave in Sweet memories lay broken underneath my wings How quickly time has flown They told me to seize the moment But the moment was bound for tomorrow And now all that I have got left Is the memory of yesterday when I was I know what was written by the hands of fate I read it with my own two eyes But now that it has come to pass I wonder how fate ever came to know I know that Ghana needs me back home But I cannot leave now To whom shall I return empty handed Nobody loves you when you lose They expect me to return with money which I don't have They expect me to return with cars bought on credit These unrealistic expectations are killing me These unrealistic expectations have got me trapped No I cannot leave for home now So I will stay where ever I am in shame