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Jun 2012
i live to seek the little
existance of things
than those that stand in trance
but does that make me a bit unrighteous?
I was made to stand
at the crossroad of time
and seek out my fate in tears.
My creed was taunt out of my will
but i had love to live.
I dont mind if life dont sing my song
or help caught the falling treadrop,
my faith was buith on higher things
and by God and by man
i am glad to have share it all along.
Copyright 2011.
Written by
fesojaiye atanle
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