The rays of the lamp dash through my window
and reflects like a mirror on my flesh;
Gently with no pace as it massages my body
when the alarm sings unto my hearing
of the knocks on my door of another morning
My white balls stripped out from there clothes
and my flesh a gramps still glued on bed
still not convinced the lamp is out in the sky;
what an hard-working flesh indeed
Finally my wheels were able to locate the ground
and my hands went in search of coffee
as I sat to receive the morning
rays of the blinding lamp
that pierce through my flesh to my soul to camp
Noises speaks of words unto my hearing
from a house just a stone throw from me
though my ears couldn’t comprehend
and my eyes seeks for answers
My sight could see rain in some eyes
in pain and has no deal with lies;
I heard the man has kicked the bucket
and my heart flew out of my chest like rocket
leaving questions to pound through my head
Wasn’t this man I behold at sight yesterday
had a toast and byed a good night;
who knoweth not that his soul
won’t compete for this day
for he has been taken by that good night;
Oh! how wonderful is that good night
Lord! why have you kept me?
wonder why I could see this day with an hot skin
and breathless some can’t with a cold skin
it all in the glory of the father
in his heavenly tower
for thou has preserved me and u from that good night
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