The Sun is going down,
Work of the day is done,
I achieved this and that,
Happiness settles in my heart,
The night is coming,
And the moon will be lighting,
My God will be watching,
It will be good, so good.

Haven’t you heard they are the best?
The best before gaining power,
They utter out feelings,
ideasThat “will” dry the tear,

The light, the dark,
Political revolution is political erosion,
Promote civil seclusion, hate civil education,
Ballot boxes only bring, but usher them out not,
When guns bring them, do they take them out?
Who comes after you?
Will they dry the tear?

The left, the right…aid – debt,
Oh, it hits hard on her chest…
She belchs, she pukes 3 times from a hungry stomach,
Where Peace equal bullets, many die,
Talks is peace, no body dies,
I hope the pain will dry the tear,

Yes, a ray of love, togetherness,
Work smart for her,
It might take time, you determine,
Africa my wonderful, dry the tear.

A lonely heart stays alone,
Feels no presence near,
To give comfort-warmth,
Who heals it?
If not a perfect match!
It’s out of a perfect decision....
Reigns a permanent warmth.

Is there a time when the brain goes dry?
Nothing to bring in, sort or push out,
I can hear but not listen,
See but not focus,
Inhale and exhale without feeling,
Turn swiftly as if I got no bone,
It is beautiful, good moment…
Trance…

Your silence disturbs,
The silence of the air ends,
Silence in the dark scares,
Silence of the mind... is a tragedy