Still, the wind is blowing smooth.
Time will spend wondering about the roof.
Sun will be brighter one day!
Things will not always be as you please
But if, you can rise in the freezing breeze
I will be master of my destiny
Spend your days in innocence
Picking flowers for your mother
And learn nothing of
The treachery of lechery.
Because I was born in silk,
I was well versed in the thought,
He wasn’t the waking
He was the rising
Bullets did not kill him,