But, where is this future leading me to?
I have no money oin my pocket and,
Where is the future for me?
September 6th results,
Like a clip of an artwork to the universe;
But to Managua and Nicaragua,
Here is my voice again with a bitter heart to write my muse.
Man oh man!
Boy oh boy!
This style of living over here is unbearable;
And i have to live with my head always.
9th August,And you pierced my waist with a knife!But, i am still with my pains on the right leg.I am was on the path of love and,You hinded my plans with this gun shot;So i will always rember this day.Your own act had made you my enemy,But i will surely overcome this pain one day;And…
For a child is known by his or her doings,And i shall bestow peace and quietness upon you when you do visit me.
And the sweet memories of your love do bath me all over!Five loaves of bread for five thousand men,And like the signs of the times and the face of the sky;But the wind will always whisper your sweet name to me.
But the social analysis around me is like Eugene my lover.
But my words have different sounds to different people.Is it rumours when you dig up a dead body from the mud?Iniquity upon iniquity to the cultures of man;For many people are killed in cold blood and we say nothing.People drees nicely to churches but,They are still the workers of iniquity;Like a conflict of a dream…
But of a self-incriminating fact to blow the whistle,And we are yet to account for the dead.
