TO THE PERFECT REMAKE

NOT YET A BAD GUY VI (TO THE PERFECT REMAKE)

I have just one song
And I sing it everyday
Pity for weaknesses and situation of the end
Then what makes man an hero
Thoughts or actions?
Rare thoughts into corresponding actions
That remains the blueprint, the framework of the answer
Luck and mistakes at times make it up
I see the phases of life that could move
The lives themselves of some infinity
I keep walking through broken mirrors
Now I see the scars of yesterday's walk
The wound of today's
I see the blood, I feel the pain
I see myself scattered around me
One thing that has come to stay
I keep going and keep singing
Until all the tenses are correct
And I see myself all in a piece
And the scars so vivid
This is the free universe
The land that I seek for myself and all of man

DAUDA ONAWOLA