Sometimes life is not fun at all,
Everyone I love always keep me in their diary, power is power; but none can be compare to the might of the almighty.
Please tell them to stop mocking my past,
Life's a like a bee, beautiful but can still Sting. No one can hold me back, if you're not picking my calls now; don't bother to call me back. Life's trade by barter, but don't sell your soul to buy vanity.
Am not the king Kong, but am the heat in the kitchen. No struggle no success, work before pleasure; I put in efforts and prayers to manifest my dreams. Worst come to worst, it's clearly clear to me that God will never forsake me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem