Return Dear Bn

RETURN DEAR BN Its twelve oclock, night time I emerged from my dummy isolation, a lone sleep Since the the dawn of the gone day When I heard Osama died I could never believe, how lone my soul... The world was thousand ages apart Now I feel what the dead has missed For this I call for one thing Payment, pay me back my coin Thats for those concern, not me He who takes a life should be demanded life Not through the horror we crave Put him to law, law laugh and law cry to him When he feels the echoes of it Father shall clean his filthy heart And make him fishers of men And make him growers of men And make him a new man Death is not a price Repentance is the payment for it I wish he lived to tell a story For my ears to hear, for my pen to write For the future to adore Not for the old bleak deeds, but the new ones