What a shame when other people's suffering is but a game.
what a shame when you prosper at the expense of the lame
when you rob the poor and the fatherless
when you attack the widows and the defenseless.

Only the good is from God,
Only Him can grant what is good.
No one wish to have the bad,
But only God give the good.
Everyone wish for the best,
No one want the worst.

If you thought you will get me again,
I am sorry I now belong to someone
Not after all the wrongs you have done
No more games which cause pain.

After all the years and all those days
Now you give me this vain offering
As if to add to my own suffering
Not again, not you in my way.

have you ever been far away from you love.
you can only think, call, or write a letter
but you will never move together in a pair as doves.
and the heart, oh, it never felt better

i left my true love home alone
when i promised to never leave her alone

as i watch the sea washing ships to its shores
and watching the sea waves rushing to the shores,

It is better to move together
or that you stay together

I have been there in Africa
i have never been in America
i roamed all corners of Africa
wishing one day i will be in America.

I wonder far into history,
when love was given pure,
when love was not fake,
like a half cooked cake,
when love the heart cure
yet its all of history