(me we)
You were a holy ancient
Tree
Whose; roots going deep
in earth
But reaches heaven in
Away
Where all the birds
Nesting in a ward
And all in folks
Joined in a peace
Ali
No need to be angel
Man
You made - to be black
feel proud
You made - to be a man
fill pride
At end earth going
Missing you
As heaven always
Missing you
And At the end
Wanted heaven
Man
got the heaven!
Man
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