But the desire to return to your land is like the true face of war.
Childless, lid, sells, ill, hill, hills, hell, lie, held, led, chess, less, hiss, die;
And like a dried up river in a village!
But the desire to see your people once again is like the rue face of war.
Sleeping pills,Sedatives,Narcotics and other drugs;All have the potential of abuse,But the biochemical effects are seen around us!And the truth is always hidden in the dust.
And like a butterfly,I will fly away to save my name.
And the principle of the truth is in your love,But with probity and accountability!
But the muse of your sweet love is like the colours of the rainbow.
Because you first loved me,And i sincerely thank you for everything.Lame, fame, tame, dame, came, game, blame, name, same;And lke Armel and Haron in the land of your muse,But i will lift up myself to praise you always.
But rather what you you do know always,For this love is all about you.
