Don't try calling now cause its gonna be on a voice mail.
Cause like you know I won't reply to those mail.
Am too young death to succumb to your own wish.
Cause I can see my breath glowing and its there within my own reach.
Though it might be today or tomorrow that I can't tell.
But as the day goes by I kept assuring my self that all is well.
Even when it seems the world is under a spell.
And fellow comrades who are standing yesterday had fell.
Am gonna stay strong cause I don't wanna fall your prey.
And even if am gonna die death am not gonna be killed by You who as engaged itself in the relay.
But by the giver of the breath who as made the life to stay....
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Good afternoon friends.
Happy Sunday.
