The walls in my mind prick my soul
They make tears flow like a fountain of pain
As they keep me locked out from the ideal personality
I long to unfold to the ends of the earth.
I live in a vague world
Captured by the illusions of vague personality
Haunted by the decision i made
The decision to be a salt to my folks.
Am i wrong to choose the good path?
Am i wrong for having good intentions?
Why do i face so much trials?
Why has the evil realm taken me as prey for slaughter?
The way to being good ain't straight but strait
Making the choice to follow that path unlocks straits
Why is it so difficult to do good ?
All i wanted is:
To be a man, husband and a father
Unleashing my swift imagination
And salting the earth
With bundles of beam
Flaunting Christ's victory in the spectrum of man's imagination
