Homebrewed like Black Coffee's album
The sound of Jesus Christ makes
Soothing music to the brewed youth
From first grade they have been listening
To the sound of a true lyricist
From first grade they have been singing
The song that saves troubled souls.
Homebrewed like Black Coffee's album
The verses must rock young South Africans
We don't want violence to rock the country
Must learn to sing from their backbones
The song that saves troubled souls
Fear of the Lord is within the homebrewed.
The homebrewed know where to turn to
When things get messy and ugly
From first grade they must be homebrewed
The homebrewed know where to turn to
When things get messy and ugly
They don't turn to slaughtering their dreams
But to the song that saves troubled souls.
'Our Father in heaven
Hallowed be Your name.....'
Amen.
***The Book of End of Times
Its great, hope is all we ever have when violence rules Let this song inspire all those who have that darkness in their heart. Even if their worlds apart. Sincerely Your Dark Poet, John Bastian
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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