I Write of scenes, I have never seen,
Places to where, I have never been,
But of the ones, where I wanted to be,
Along the riverbed, coverts and shady tree.
It’s not that my city life is that bad,
But of the world where I was, which I had,
Among the concrete walls and cemented roads,
I carried mental, physical burden and loads.
Places to where, I have never been,
But of the ones, where I wanted to be,
Along the riverbed, coverts and shady tree.
It’s not that my city life is that bad,
But of the world where I was, which I had,
Among the concrete walls and cemented roads,
I carried mental, physical burden and loads.
The hustle and bustle of city life,
And the silent chuckle of nature side,
There’s nothing to hide from God and man,
God borne the nature and man the city life,
The dilemma is where I should go,
For city is sustenance, at that nature is low.
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