Journey

Orun mu oru Eni ba lo lomo Eni ba bo lomo We tend to light our fears in the presence of a designatory Pen ?? Cutting out our souls for a damage we couldn't comprehend Having it believed we either see it finished on Horse we rode from a distance journey Making it tend we will enjoy the presence of our beauty The courtesy we demanded hasn't never left, we throw away the dignity and seek for a red ink Shall we lose our faith? Shall we have our faith? Shalll we overcome our threats? Shall we overcome our pains? ????? A coat was cut for a king in a rough yard Looks so excellence dwelling in powers while he's being at shame from a Grandmasters Our pieces was a doom when we seek for the truth in lies we told "Consistently Drying the flowers Watery the stones Praising the Woes". Partying and throwing shades of laughter Independently crying and seeing the light to beautiful abode The horse got cut down The smiles turns fears The might took lose Grieves set its standard and work like a Nightmare endorsing Dreams Races upon races Flowers upon flowers Crys upon crys The City Walls becomes the gate to home of no Return.