When they imprisoned our minds into the grave...
among the dead we found breathing bones,
When they crucified our bright crude crave...
some of us died battling a way out
We rode over humps of pain to this far,
"However, long the night the dawn will break"
We cracked the shells,they only heard the crepitate
now upon our house like rain hopes precipitate
we've seen the silver lining,
Oree,the twins and mum have reason to stay smiling
I and Mogo have grown to be great authors
with the past,our past is past...