MYSELF GROWING
Sebola Maslilo Leave
Through Sweet Voice That Softened Their Ears,
To A Deep Voice That Now Threatens Them,
Blank Heart For Pumping Blood,
But Now Filled With Relationship Bruises,
From A Soul That Lived For Nothing Except Being Loved
To A Soul Inherited A Voluptuous Desire To Be Happy.
A Mind That Had No Noun Existing But Fantasies
To A Mind That Is Troubled About Tomorrow,
Curved Road With Humps
But The Destination Is Filled With Delightfulness,
Music Becomes A Cure To Depression,
Trouble Portray Themselves as Mountains
And I Being A River Flow,
Without The Force Erosion There Is No Way Out For Me
MYSELF GROWING