Sometimes I think behind of the thought I should think aside.
I wander like am a moving crowd’
I felt am proud.
No one to ask me what’s the destination,
Instead they want my downfall.
I survive my feelings, the hurt I reasoned’
The Beginning of the Ending’ Is never achieving.
No one there to check on me. Their offense is my appealing.
I apologize for am restless. My grieve is their happiness.
Here comes me in a lonely boat
For I stood up to to take an oath
That I will survive and live
Yes I believe ..
    Story about BOB D