Days of toiling rings sullen bells
Happiness and sadness dances side by side
Waxing skin feel piercing days
Hateful moments makes one to cry

Even of settling dawn brew with joy
Torrential rainfall only a seed germinate
Season gives way to each other
bounty of seeds one reaps

In reality one sun fades when eternal sleep rob one's soul
Soil accept you as a blessed friend
Leaving love ones with agony and pains
As dead and birth lies still beneath the sun

All our craving under sun should be hate in a minimal form
Love in a maximum form, cry with an awful charm
Embrace every calamity as a way forward face reality as there're nothing new under the sun

Written by
Martin Ijir