I Surrender

I lift my hands up, towards a merciful heart,
holding this fearful cup,
that can be filled with rightuousness,

My eyes are rising high,
they have reached to the sky,
asking every question why?
why should I die! ?
why should I cry! ?

I lied! I lied! why should I lie?
A lie in my life is like a shirt with a tie,
tying a tie that makes a neck fail to sigh,
My life is lost when I lost my File.

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Eyes Beneath My Nose

Searching for my ways,
To let love give me life,
But I find many days,
For anybody to be my wife.

Walking down the streets,
Expecting one day to see,
But I found no meat,
As I walked along the sea.

Scratching my teeth,
Hoping to find some hope,
It is like a death,
Where there is no dope.

If at least I could've known,
That what is I is me,
I could've really thrown,
The long laughter in me.

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World Destruction

Intelligence of a human,
critical thinking of a man,
great thinking of a politician,
have turned this holy World into hell.

refer the global worming,
seasons are changing,
desires are killing,
now the World is hanging,
it might go down.

meetings won, t solve anything,
desires of being great is leading,
every things here and there's killing,
ooh! the World's dying,
and the funeral's on the way.

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If I Ever Say How It Happened.

I don’t know how it happens,
It just came like a silent thief,
To steel my heart away,
I found myself that day,
Hiding inside her cute eyes,
She just sneaked in,
Stole my important part,
Now am afraid,
Going home confidently,
If I ever say when!
I don’t know how!
Sometimes we dream of names
Names we never knew,
Sometimes we never meet,
Sometimes it happens,
When it is,
It like nothing like something.

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Nikita (a Love Bird)

A love bird wondering in the jungle of love,
Surrounded by the green roses of India,
Raising her hands as a beautiful dove,
Seeing her is a charming flavor.

Hide and seek with her little puppy,
Playing in the garden like a butterfly,
She looks at him with her lovely eye,
Makes my heart go mad and high.

I saw that true color of love,
Not of race that I can chase,
Nor of faith that I can take,
But of love that I can embrace.

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Dady Go Home.

I see you from eternal,
too drank and partial,

being with you was funny,
steel sweet and honey,

I see you, i can't tell,
today in the bar tomorrow in the hotel,

you told me one day,
when we were angry and you were angry,

if you are hungry eat mosquitoes,
just to give you titles,

and you will end up malaria,
if we could eat your career,

It have been a month daddy,
roaming around won't help buddy,

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Why Africa! ! ! ! ! !

Africa,
Remember the sound of Freedom? ,
those voices have gone away,
will they come back?

No! you've lost that spirit,
now it's a gun fire! tra tra traaat
and the bombs kuboooom!

civilians are dying,
for the Politicians doings,
to full their pockets.

Is that your fate Africa?
just look around and think twice
i believe your wise enough.

don't be a puppet i please you.
even a pauper i ask you
just hold yourself and be AFRICA

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Why This Song

Why this song, filled with laughter and hope,
Why should it be loved and while a dope,
Why should it be played on the top,
Why should I listen why should I love.

It is played silently and you listen,
It is closer heard as chosen,
It is much louder when open,
It is I listening, it is I loving.

It is there when called,
It is here when drowned,
It is there when cried,
It is here when afraid.

Why should I love, why should I Listen.

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Honor

Behold all races around the world,
take time and think twice,
the world under the honor of civilization,
which turn itself the graveyard of the critical situation,

desires destroys reality,
the wonderful meaning of politics,
have turn to be thy certificate of destroying,
blessing thy devil's power.

who should purify this dirty world?
isn't what we call a holly place?
desires of being great will do that?
he who wait honor, is he whose nothing.

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True Love Never In Somebody.

Love's so sweet to taste it,
It's a poison to the young stars,
but it is not relevant,
as it can shift.

believe me i tell you.
it is like a ghost when it come,
you feel you can't do anything when it comes,
the more you concentrate, the more you get hurt.

you say i love you very much,
you think you feel it truly and respectively,
but i tell you, that are just the present emotions
they will shift after breakup.
MARRIAGE IS A DECISION LOVE CAN BE CREATED

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