By: Fathers Beress T Chipuka

You, not the stranger , but you
keep your smile true through and through
For time's a gambler and before you know it at your expense it'll be through

Truth be told ,in life there's very little truth to behold
We're destined to hear lies and as a surprise from people we do not despise,
To fall and have the choice to face demise or to arise
there is no gold at the end of the rainbow
witches and liars don't burn on pires nor in fires
All the things I learnt , all the things they tought me.

Prison of knowledge, yours my soul to break
For my future to make , for tomorrow's sake
Not all that's white is pure and not all medicine serves as a cure
what's sweet is bitter and what's bitter is sweet

The child of a snake is a snake
Hold truth for its too rare to forsake
I am always alone , for what great sin can I not atone
Screams of my soul, my voice is dead