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
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