Each one mixed the vibrant colours,
And with different strokes of the brush...
Pounded beats on cobbled streets
Not a drum to hear but the steady fall of feet...
A little girl threads her way
To create a beautiful garland...
Traffic lights and traffic
drive me crazy all day...
The human race was
a false start...
im sitting alone
drinking the usual...
The other woman will always weep herself to sleep
Only to be reminded that she is nothing but cheap...
We are the Devil's children,
choking on the suppression of God...
Harsh times we live
under these days...
Who am I?
Am I you or am I me, when I look in the mirror who...
You see a failure as you look at me
and I see hope being crushed...
Dry arrid wastelands turn to dust
As misery strides in with the desert winds...