See the stars which moulded my path,
I fought for years, tears of my past,
Sweet stories was told, under these sad trees,
Alas! Their leaves fell then flee away.
Is my speech of a filthy acid?,
My smiles speaks of rotten truth?,
Based on life and her child,
Pity the needy and the homeless,
Walk on this abandoned road,
It will bring you fruitful fate.
Your eyes Should see no fools,
A fool who has no sense of belonging,
Arrange your speech for it brings life,
Write a poem for the dead and read a poem to the deaf.
Hide your face if you become known,
For only the proud gets nothing of this earth,
I tell you son, the wicked shall see his grave,
Lighten the dark when no body sees in the dark,
Fake a smiles when you sad.