
The days of expectation are on me, are on me.
But who would be there,
When I fall, when I fall.
My life has been empty
As life as a protector have felt unsecured.
Now I'm dying,
Dying, dying.
Well what can I say
Is it all over now?
Torn between two desires,
Trapped between the walls of hate.
My life is over.
I've been an icon,
An icon of broken dreams,
Broken dreams, broken dreams.
I can hear cries, those cries of hurt
Painful cries of hurt.
How could I've been so merciless
To the innocent ones, those innocent ones?
My greed, my ignorance of life
Has made me who I am
Another man with a troubled soul,
Troubled soul.
Well what can I say
Is it all over now?
Divulged in human pleasures,
Trapped in my immorality,
I felt no shame.
Now I'm being punished for what I've done,
What I've done, what I've done.
My only prayer is for my Lord to forgive me,
Forgive me oh Lord.
I know that I really don't need it, need it no.
But the only thing I want to do is make peace
Say sorry before I go,
Because what mama don't know
Is educated people are fools too.
Yes fools I say.
Well what can I say
I'm standing on a plank.
Torn I was between two desires,
Trapped between the pillars of hate.
My life is now over
Because I only looked
Looked out for trouble,
Trouble, trouble...
Abigail Hinds
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