Sometimes

SOMETIMES Sometimes I think my life is going wrong,but nobody come to show me the to right way And tell me,,go this way and not that way They try to call me,my dear for something When I give them something,for nothing I show love. Sometimes I need friend to tell me the truth Telling me what to do,and why What they do,only shaking my hand And look to my face,very silence Nothing to tell me,let me say. Sometimes I show love to my enemy,but why I need to be happy,but why I can not fight more,not because I don't like fighting, but because Front line doesn't pay I know the war. Idd Ninga Arusha,Tanzania