357 - Blind without the sun

O baby wan't you take my hand, take hand for promise land Black birds all over the sky, to run away we can try Summer days are gone and it's cold, theys sold the sun all for gold Maybe sick but you don't wanna die heaven cries no more lies and now Summer days are gone blind without the sun O we can have our life in chains, iron spoons for stone washed brains Geting blind for what we see end of our misery Way of life for shoe shine nation whip, stress and soul starvation Thears of blood, desperate eyes heaven cries no more lies and now Summer days are gone blind without the sun