I was born in the jungle,
The sickening smell of cinnamon in the air,
So why should I care

For the way they've shaped and phased her

Caought up in such a bungle, they had

Every little piece of her to share,
Along despair,
where lay the shards of your:


On & on...
To a memory

dissapearing!"

What could She mean,

How could her sigh set me free!?
As a slave only stares at the free, now...


What could She mean,
How could her sigh set me free!?
As the enslaved only stare at the free, while


~ In the night I sworl the seas.


The fed died of hunger, babe
The ones without a name began to share
strands of their hair,

dipped in the word "despair"!

As I froze like a mongrel, baby I was

all that I've ever spared
about reluctant care,
As I still hung on to your:


["Ever- steered in,
I'm adhering]

To a memory
dissapearing!".