Beyound the Wall

The mysterious thing that lye beyond the wall That place is for all When the call come You will go home Do not think that you are too young To know where you belong Then do good before you die And say goodbye To this world Only your deeds and word Will remain to remember Not your money, houses and cars you number When you know what lye beyond the wall And wish to return and do small Thing to recover all your mistake That you can not make Time will not return again Now you are living in sorrow and pain Till end of the world Your deeds you not dare to worry Living in evil Control by the devil Troubling people You have your freedom When the message came You were blind to see the true, now no one to blame Till you answer to the call Then you will know what lye beyond that wall Worrying yourself about thing that never end You were dazzle worldly material, till you never make amend Till visit that graveyard With your that three yard Piece of clothes Now you left all clothes Poet: P.Bah