Political Enigma
Loud cries of people in pain, Bodies scattered around the street, Where people had gathered to celebrate,
Where Words Find Their Wings
Loud cries of people in pain, Bodies scattered around the street, Where people had gathered to celebrate,
It began with dad, And continued to I the son.
The clock ticks to midnight, Reading lamp ahead of me,
All I know Is that I lie on this bed
They say, Blood is thicker,
The sun is setting at midday, We can merely see the ray,
Tomorrow is a better day That`s the way to look at life
Seven year old Tasha, Pretty little girl,
I met her on the way to the yard, Her face blinded me,
I close my eyes So I can see more clearly
Blue lights, Silent skies,
I fell in love, And married a wife,