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The water mark is still evident on the wall
You can still see where the rain had fall
The stain must have been there for many years
And every time it reappears 
Sending chills into my ears
It embraces an interesting story 
that will lead you all the way to glory
No amount of scrubbing can remove it,
And wiping and spraying cannot undo it
A fresh coat of paint may cover the stain
But all your effort will be in vain
Lipstick painted on thick lips,
Has left a mark on his collar 
And the truth is sealed up in a polished dish
I opened my sanctuary to you 
And sacrificed my family for you
Yet you have proven to be untrue
Every part of the journey
You have stood in my way
Even when I had nothing to say
You have forced me through the door
When all I want was to feel secured
Is this your way of caring for sheep?
My message to you is very deep
The journey is coming to an end
 so be prepared to bend
Here I am under the tree 
reminiscing the naked reality 
The breeze is blowing cool air on me
And the trees are dancing around me
I can’t forget the day when you stood on the podium
Giving a speech that rock everyone off their feet
The tone was incorrect, the rhythm was wrong 
And your grouchy voice sound like a sing along
They did cheer not because it was good,
They cheered because it was outrageous and awful
Never in the history of a living man did anyone create
So much confusion all over the land.
The heaven sighed over you
And the mountain ran behind you
I can remember the days when the stakes were high
And wisdom was flying high in the sky
The Dons sat down and piece it together
And when they were done, 
You could not have had something better
Then they would go into the tower and
Have a big celebration with wine and whisky
And mocked the educated and call them a blasted fool
The visitors and guest came from afar
To record every minute of it and listen to it all
The moon is still, and it is shining from the hill
The sky is pregnant with water
 And the clouds are getting darker
There is water mark everywhere
And the truth is shooting from the air 
Old moles are growing around the trees
With strings attached to the base,
I have done everything to help you
But you have defied the rule, belittle my skirt
 And go about on a rampage digging up dirt
My mornings are blessed with sorrows
And my evenings are filled with shame
I raised my eyebrow at the slightest row
And defend you with a pigeon bow
The dogs understood it and the cats believed it
Happy are those stood strong awaiting the victory song
I have been here before, and I have smelt the same stench
And I have witnessed the same aroma coming from the bench
But I have girted my waist, and I have sampled the taste
And the evidence is dancing all over my face
Oh what courage for a man to face
Oh what courage for a man to embrace
The world is thine but it is also mine
The world is thin but heavens will greet you with a grin
You cannot erase the stain from the wall.
Destiny will speak of it all.
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