Am not thinking it the way you want
But me knows that all children special
Before their mothers’ eyes.
This ground we standing cannot hold all of us, you know.
And it is not me that you will kill fast with
A heavy story you cannot tell well.
You remember that night when we left home to go see life?
We left and saw things we never expecting
Like we seeing in those days rain rain for days
And carrying roofs off houses, and throwing away clothes off lines,
And spoiling roads we manage force government build for us.
This life is hard, it doesn’t straight for anybody
Just as am writing these lines you are reading, just writing
As it comes to my head, I think that is life. I think.
