Sitting in the dark;
         I will help them see
               I was a fool;                                 When l blamed you and thee
          You won't be hurt;
         When l say goodbye
         So smooth it turns,spins
    And who dares pay the future,
        To spare ,for thee to die
                          Thee;  
Prickles over the nasty culture,
        And can't be done to the
        Faithful mother nature