Comments about Steve Kimberley
Worn out faces stare at us from edge to edge,
they call out to us, hail, hail..
but we arent any different from them,
we live, we breath, we struggle for love, truth and honesty.
In a land filled with poverty where only the strong survive,
you turn to me and in a desolate whisper,
you dare to tell me now that i cannot run my country..
well i have only few words to spare for you, As If.
The people still calling throw themselves at my feet,
the wagon beneath me tramples them immediately
but what am i to do? maybe you are right, maybe i can't.
But i ...