Words fail my lips
For I now feel like a discarded pot
At the corner of a thatched hut
I long for a deep smile but�
Tears drops my eyes
What�s a life worth?
If all that is to it
Is deceit and never
That unconditional love
Which is all it takes
To make life worth living.
For I now feel like a discarded pot
At the corner of a thatched hut
I long for a deep smile but�
Tears drops my eyes
What�s a life worth?
If all that is to it
Is deceit and never
That unconditional love
Which is all it takes
To make life worth living.
�Nsikak Andrew, 20th December, 2007