Bosnian Rain

We are the second coming, In a land so subtle but so becoming, The dream that we must live well, But are we like you, a wickedest smell, From the word of chaos in which we fell, Do I take the city, or approach a southern bell, I think it would be my accent ,is what I would have too sell! Welcome too my world, an imma grant with a dream Or do I just close my mouth so ‘‘tis like you i May seem!!!