Accept My Soul
Life delights in making twistsHow much can I possibly sayWhen my sight is so shortAnd not so far I can
Life delights in making twistsHow much can I possibly sayWhen my sight is so shortAnd not so far I can
Coming home from the place of despair.Running out of the zone of temper.Rain and shine would not relent:their usual combat
I come to you with all my stainsI crept from hole and stood on groundI leapt to place my feet
The lights went outIt wasn’t light outThe day went wellIt wasn’t farewellWe drained the tea cupsAmidst hiccupsWe laughed and fondled
The cloud rushes out with such excitementWhen she perceives that my soul is awake. Each day my spirit returns from
The cloud rushes out with such excitementWhen she perceives that my soul is awake. Each day my spirit returns from
You bow your head, they call you weakYou raise your head, they call you cockyGo ahead child, express yourself…Be honest.
The black and white would find a convergenceThe synergy is in the contrastThe evidence is in the smile