Of late in the early morn,
Have you had a stroll in the garden
Created by our Master above?
He so patiently painted each pedal of the flowers
The moon smiled looking down upon the earth,
Why are you making the stars weep? Forever may there be peace, recreating a new birth;
While everyone is resting fast asleep. Gangs and mad men through the streets roam at night,
Leaving men, women and children dead in defeat. Not sparing mother and child, looks like
Heard a loud roar, bump and sound
Looked like the angels were playing marbles on the ground.
A big flash of light and another big roar;
Looked like the heavens had opened'