The freedom of life’s end without escape, no place to elude the pain of despair. So close was the notion of a black cape, darkness to cover existence unfair. The pain of love far more than life itself,

Those who have home don't see how value the roof is forgetting that a child in the street always have day dream about how warm a room is. We refused to see what we have, what is within our capability,

The freedom of life’s end without escape, no place to elude the pain of despair. So close was the notion of a black cape, darkness to cover existence unfair. The pain of love far more than life itself,

If only I had wall I would've drawn on them I'm a writer without a book I tears for where to drop an ink I wonder around Like a lost sheep Our heart is broken Our mind stolen We are empty Empty to feel

Pick me up, My heart has fallen, my blood bleed Before thee my tears rivers Who am I down alone Pick me up I'm fad, myself hurt as sorrow hunt I'm fad. Pull me now While I'm here

ANGEL,’ who are thou to judge, my eyes saw your substance, being yet unformed. And in my book they all were written, the days fashioned for you , when as yet there were none of them. How precious also

Words are like games play them before you say it, and hope your score is worth posting,

This songs has been great and courageous to me thanks to Anthony Gonzalez

Anonymous,’ what did you see?. I see the broken dry bones of Nigeria. Anonymous,’ can this bones live?. Starting with words like `Hope' will make it sound more like another garbage of the flooding irrelevant

Moderate: the mountain religion bow to man Myth, heresy, sin, faith. Mind tour, I'm committed to unveil eyes from the blindfold of religion If only you would examine truths bless your soul and if you don't

Drums in the woods The voice of our ancestors and The gong of our fighters, who is dancing To the call of freedom. Let's stop pretending we don't know the truth, No body loves God, We are here because