THE FIFTH ELEMENT
Do not wonder out of range
If a blank heart writes a book
What is inside the box of voice?
Oh my passion, oh my love
Oh the heart of you and I
Just a beat might fill a page
If its heavy, what a pain
It is heaven
It is hell
If the the demarcations are so marked
It is needed to be clear
Of what for where in the field
Is there going to be an end
The wreck to be followed has no treasure
But there is all silver, gold and diamond in it
Watch the history very close
There are things you won't see again
Man rose, man fell
What other thing will happen again?
Written or said
Word is next to water, fire, air and earth
When all things vanish
It remains the command
Of those things we never saw again
DAUDA O A
onawoladaud@gmail.com
2348130555674
Do not wonder out of range
If a blank heart writes a book
What is inside the box of voice?
Oh my passion, oh my love
Oh the heart of you and I
Just a beat might fill a page
If its heavy, what a pain
It is heaven
It is hell
If the the demarcations are so marked
It is needed to be clear
Of what for where in the field
Is there going to be an end
The wreck to be followed has no treasure
But there is all silver, gold and diamond in it
Watch the history very close
There are things you won't see again
Man rose, man fell
What other thing will happen again?
Written or said
Word is next to water, fire, air and earth
When all things vanish
It remains the command
Of those things we never saw again
DAUDA O A
onawoladaud@gmail.com
2348130555674
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