I've got no brothers
I've got no sisters
To shrivel the burden in my heart
Just the sun at the edge of the sky
Taking a walk on a shattered day
Harmattan isn't far from September
Life is hostile, subjugated by death
Then comes scars of hunted regret
In the world the heart is made in pair
Born of a uncircumcised feeling
A feeling to be loved and adore
A feeling of insecurity and trust
Toggled down and trampled upon
Is the will of a genuine essence of life
Uniformity in spirit, mind and thoughts
A world created by a just God
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