Aiye

aiye let peace be among the sons of men cos I pray it never leaves my door for the ones I call my own is now my misery a dream I fear to bear by no cost is so sad no matter how good you are people will always be who they are oh aiye aiye aiye let peace be among the sons of men cos love is forbidden here aiye let my dignity be protected I expect it protection mostly from my own yet the knives of greed keep cutting back my skin this is more deadly than an enemies Cain I cry I bleed oh aiye aiye aiye what have I done to the world I thought my innocent mind could prove my royalty to life oh aiye aiye aiye the world is full of mysteries I never pray for not even in worst night meres aiye I dont want to be perfect so I chose never to lose my spirituality in vain cos the days are hot no good feelings out there any more with out a profitable intention honesty is so scarce out there even my own is not out of the question of deceit now tell me who else can I trust if I fear my own blood I wish the storm is over cos till now our reality bleeds no sign of change oh aiye aiye aiye what a world a mysterious world aiye it use to pay to be good but our very own blood has turn their back on their own bloods bleeding worries were confusion never leaves our night for a good rest I get worried when I can't live to defend my right its impossible to live this way it is not a chose but a challenge I bear for long how long in life will life get better oh aiye aiye aiye let the wind of change blow again