Chasing away from differences

I am black; that's what the white told me
For village people I belonged to the city
For South I came from the North side
Some claim that my religion is different from theirs
For illiterate I was the literate one
Some claim that I don’t celebrate their festivals
Yeah I know there are differences coz we have learnt to see that way; we never see the similarities instead

Till the end!!

On the hill my toes are waiting
Stumbling in the darkness;I'm lost and alone
The air feels heavy;everything just goes by

The sun has gone deep below
And, I know there is no light to go back
I can’t pretend any more
It’s a sinking feeling when
I still don’t see any signs of you

It’s not the feeling which I like
Though I know I will wait till the end
And yes my toes will wait till the end....