Profit In Lost
I was born in the month of holiness
When mother keeps crying for my lonlyness
She sacrifices her self to stay for me
Dad i could feel the breeze before he was born
I could see the windows and cottens dancing to the cool FM
Can i off the radio sanding anger of strange
Can i off the sango that keeps clamouring for death
Dont scare me!!! Dont scare me!!!
Alas, you know one on a seek bed
Dont scare me...
You know she is sick
But let you come to see
My mind on a sailing see never sleep at rest
Crying to pray for the night
Then he hold me tight
Hooked i was by him in morney
I think it is time!! Time! Hhaa Time!!!!
What is the time said he?
No not that, but time for he to see my ass
Haa... That time of pain in spain
running in word she rush into agony of pain...
This is the day I waited for
The real day is here...
Call me the white man to come in for me
Let she checks in for me
Few mints he bounce out freely without a pen on him
alas... a life has been into question
Do you give your life to christ?
Do you give your life to him?
But the answer reign to null
Let said home a message
But phones not yet born
Let him go home to tell them a new yam is grown
Let them wait for the harvest
Home on way to the the new yam
Both on the way in different patterns
One in happiness and one in sadness
At the axis to talk...
Aside he tools him
Sir.. In a thunderstorms of eyes strikes in water
The old yam has rust in Granny
But never let she knows in breeze
Dear... home calls on phone
I shall go tomorrow... Ede
death has kill my one eye in mind but not to her
I could see the shadow
I could feel the breeze
I could feel the loneliness
I could see know one but In shadow she speaks.
The end might have come to the sick
Has she given up to ghost??
I can see her shadow in a pretty white
Iyawo Mi ...
I know i have the visitor inivisible...
Visiting in prayer
but never see the new yam to send
Pls you remain my eyes
Take care of...the little yam for harvest
But i never understand the mesages
Later the tale was told
The granny yam has gone into rust
In sadness i slept with the knight
What a profit in lost!!!!
©Raji Toheeb Aderemi