Untitled Holiday

Written by: Kobus Bekker

It’s a dark evil place
That I had to erase
It all needs to be replace 
Making some space

Twenty five years of pain
Is now down the drain
Washed out of my brain
Im starting a new campaign

Leaving on hot Sunday afternoon
Going to drive with the moon
Floating like a balloon
Im listening to a tune

I need to take a holiday
Maybe it’s the fall of grace
I start my race 
On my own little pace

I lived in suburbs and in towns
With ups and some downs
Im coming back for my crown
Proof to the world I’m no clown

I'm almost at the end of my holiday
Think what to say.
There is a delay.
I will be holding you one day.