At the back of the bay,
The little golden fish lay,
Born in the month of May,
Eating bales of hay,
...
Our life,
set on a course expressly unknown to us,
only we follow through no matter where it leads us,
no man is born without a path,
...
Listen oh my princess,
my love for you is priceless,
like the ocean itself is endless,
...
Beautiful,
my lady,
beautiful is an honour that should be acrued to you,
your beautifully blissful smile,
...
Autobiography: I was born in Lagos, Nigeria attend four primary school,
The Little Golden Fish
At the back of the bay,
The little golden fish lay,
Born in the month of May,
Eating bales of hay,
without pay,
swimming back and forth everyday,
But he looks for a friend to play,
with whom he can gay,
And play in the clay,
still in hope he stay,
to find a way,
into the ocean far away,
so he can live without delay.