A Lament To Wanibo Toe

How we wish the graveyard was never your friend For we could sit at SKD and ATS watching your effortless, magical and mesmerizing dribbles Cheering, jumping and clapping our hands unceasingly How we wish to caress you in our arms Hold your jersey and insert a kiss on your forehead But we lost a treasure A bulldozer whose kicks, techniques and tricks were magnificent As he was referred to 'A Great Wizard' Who played with calm spirit and logic Peace and absolute harmony Attacked like there are no opponents He could make a full rotation in every game How do we sit by your graveyard When our yards possess factors of sorrow How do we call when there's no one to answer Darkness crawls on our beautiful faces And love no longer lay in our minds With the ball You were born with the hearts of thousand legends You were born with an immeasurable soul You were born with wisdom like sages You were born with trust and discipline like Jesus But death held you so eagerly Taking you to a faraway land How can we dwell at your grave site When our records are broken songs When the place is so damn quiet Only pains are allowed to put forth messages While sadness creates an ocean of tears