I wake up this morning
Have no way to survive
My heart speaks to me
Not to shed tears,
Cry are for baby
Worry met for only fool
My soul is a passage to desert
Mind is the gateway to valley
Many pains are unseen
But it move from veins to brain
My shadow in day somber.
Huge black hulk
Ready to ride and spread
The alarm of pains through the world
To all every middle sex of the nation
Share just like moon rise in the noon,
When the dark and gloomy display
But Earth Is a slave to soul that full of faith
Still looking for Oasis in desert.
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