My Wife Is Coming Back

My Wife Is Coming Back I would like to be happy but am under attack I will clean the whole city This being another priority I will dig roads to and fro To and fro I will dig roads Will lift stones, corns, bones, and throw thorns And burn up horns The students creeping cutting reeds And painters coloring them yellow at full speeds For this little penny in starvation Since nothing to do but for whose appreciation Let everything look colorful afterward Before I suggest what is 'moving forward' Understand they are born You violate they disown And here comes her day When a few are now tired to even pray But only know what time the selection open and close And never recognize the right choice Since even a color can pull us from the struggling In this system of haggling That the poor and the rich should be quarreling And she will reduce this pain toward Before I suggest what is 'moving forward'