On My Way To Canaan
On my journey to Paradise, I met an abalone,
Where Words Find Their Wings
On my journey to Paradise, I met an abalone,
Hold me close to you, Pin me to the wall and kiss me,
I climbed a motor, Way before it was pervaded
You are the sweet angel Whose smiles heals my worries.
This is for the village boy child, The one who the society has completely forgotten and embraced the opposite,
Her only fault was lack of flaw in her smile. Her voice soothed trouble hearts
Religion Does it bind or separate?
'Tis a memory we embrace dearly My all time throwback I'd say
She loves flowers. I love her.
Tomorrow, In the wee hours of the day,
Tell Mama I tried my best, To cope with the wife she brought me.
The home of a Queen, Housing the King of a monster With a credible figure, No one can oversight