Stolen guitar

A stolen guitar for my cousin
Foyo's talent should scare the crows
Rising clouds from our motherlands bosom
Emotions fulfilled in mixed assignments

Its time to heal, then we reap
The tunes, definitely, will show the roots
The crack of dawn the cock will roost
Sharing idols we worshiped and begged

Milk these chances, browse and bring
Those who bleed pretend to clean
Scare the puppets, go and pray
So it seems we've got a few trinkets

She stares the moon then throws the bait
To manage the time you borrow blindly
Even thugs shed tears as love draws nigh
The gifts of nature are not planted in fear

I asked for time,She led me to hear
Vibrations from the womb, in life its clear
We glide and ride since friends are near
The family is here, to wince and cheer.

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To Foyo

Drifting without sugar

12/05/2010