If I would be a drop of tear of a upset slave When he would be tired, I could be the flowing sweat When he would die, I could be the gushing blood. What happened if I be him I could explain,what makes white to black, as the humming is blowing in the wind. I could flow, I could whisper. What happened if I be him If I were be the rust of a iron neck, I added colour to your black If I were be enamel in the white of your dishes. I might shine in the night. What happened if I be him If I would add white to black or black to white, I would be a fluent drop. I would be flowing as I would be a flood, I would sweep, I would clear the white, I could add you to him and I could wrap him to you. I would sweep. What happened if I be him If I would tell you a magic, If I would sing a song, If I would paint a painting, which is a peace icon. to be covered...to be covered....to be covered. I could cover my anger, I could wrap my sadness, I could cure your wound, I could strain your wound. After that if I would be open, I could cover the others. I could break to pieces. I could return and return.... I could spread because of my joy I could wrap your colour and I could be colourful rainbow.