Clouds like smoke rising from the ground,
a place where I have buried my fears and worries...

I saw the bubble
burst, troubles...

Many years I was conceived
born of a beautiful Kenyan/Ethiopian heritage...

Time passes,
With life comes changes turning every cherished...

A broken flower, dying without water
A spoiled child, knows nothing about respect...

Three men were kidnapped by a gang for ransom.
When they got to their hiding place...

They say am fond of death
yet I agree...

Love scares me,
not the ideal psychological reason behind a broken...

In the light of my faith,
my soul is as dark as coal can be...

Making it right,
Forget about the fight...

We had much to talk
about...

We are a society
unconsciously supported by thread...