I feel down in the dumps,
In a blue funk.
With words scattered across my heart.
Each piercing through the *****.

She is an angel of light.
The beauty of our hope.
She is an agent of peace.
But within lives a demon of depression.

I want to leave a legacy for my young ones,
A legacy that won't be wiped off.
I want to be an example,
That will stir up the hearts of the simple.
I want to crossed the line that winners crossed,
I want to cross it clean and pure.
So while others embrace the dark,
My young ones will shine in the light.


I want to leave a legacy for my young ones,
A legacy that can't be wiped off.
That till a thousand generation,
My work will remain in motion.
That the future of my young ones
Will be encouraged by my little works.
That even when I lie my last
I will be honoured for my past.

He cut my flower,
He made my rose to wither,
He removed my pride,
He took my virginity.