My mouth is filled with words
My heart is flooded with grieve
There are lots I want to say
But fear grips me
Will they be willing to listen?
Their ways are crowded with deceit
Their ears cocked with lies
Their paths are blocked with insunuations
Ignorantly, they dance to their pit of distructions
Carelessly, they drink to their dooms yard
With my pen as a poor poet
I write my warnings with fear
Carefully, I choose the way
I weave my words
Cheerfully, I interconnect my thoughts
To my hearts
And if they choose to listen
I win
If they dont,
I have done my part
There is nothing like losing
Never say regrets