A lyric with a rhythm Slow, sonorous and flowing Word and hart-touching Heart-wrenching, a dirge Sorrowful, filled with so much pain Soul-ripping, filling the mind with dustA lyric of rhythm devoid Filling the soul with joy A remembrance of many days gone Like a pouch lip emitting Burning flames and blasphemies Idolatry, hurting plaguesRhymes are effeminate Filled to the brain, passionate Left alone but not in isolateMy song is many, yet it is one In the rain or under the sun Slowly purging me of ills Of run-down illicit memories Of this, that and some bliss Of the pains of the days without mealsMy song is one, yet it is many Like a floating sky slowing drifting Heavy with passion, ready to drop Pulsate, looks like it wana tell me a story Of my life, your life, our lives And leaving me with the battling questions of how’s and why’sIt’s our path, we’ll lead it…People who read this also read: PERFECTION OF LOVE