BORNE
Borne twice to be ressurrected only once.
Eye am a victum of society.
A causualty of the war on poverty.
I was born once of a woman and then
again by a dead man.
Eye can not explain the place that I am in.
It is not the cradle or the grave.
The only way I can behave is to be
alone again.But wait?
Living without love has changed me from
what I am become.
I need love again to be an actual man.
A song that I sung in the desert one day
is the melody that play in me.
An Angel of mercey SHE calls to me.
I here Parme.
EYE can hear ewe my parme.
Borne again.Me.For Ewe.My Parme.
