Cane of Cain
The cane of Cain
So far away from sugar cane
It only shows the sting of pain
Just like a pin in the ring of crane
When rain cease to reign
Pain only uses the cane we give to it
On the giver or on others
It does that at times with fever like a river
And it could be forever
On-till you say it's over and say stop
Pain keeps hopping
while we keep hoping and hurting
You just have to set the time.
Copyright © Fisayo Aderounmu | Year Posted 2012
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