I speak of Friends, I speak of Foes
I bathe in circumstances with the soap of Woe
Like the pains of a woman in labour my spirit Bellows
Like a rock cast into the sea my mind is drowned in my Throes
At peace I was with myself like a gentle Dove
Like a baby I slept in my secure Abode
G‎entle like the wind was the personality I Drove
Transparently clear like the heavens Above
The 'Devils' came disguised in their Cloak
To extinguish my light with their thick suffocating Smoke
Fed me with fear till my throat began to Choke!
I was almost absorbed like Garri left to Soak
But for the love of the Father over my Soul
And the prayer of a Mother over her Own
In my whole being the seed had been Sown
There 're people i'm glad I know and some I wish I never had Known.