Travelling road without end
Smooth dark like a burnt offering
How I wish you were like the bosom of an Africa bride
Soft and tender at every touch
But at every turn and bend
Your scaling skin gallop our buttocks high
Travelling road without end
What paintings lines your belly ?
A zebra patch or a Tiger stribes
running far as i journeyed
Travelling road without end
Are you the one that eat up the wary sojouner ?
Whose skull spatted your dark burnt skin?
Spilling its content and painting your hide in red ink
Or he who gave heed to the graveyard call and carelessly slipped
Travelling road without end
What day shall we meet and part no more
The mystery along these paths darkens the turnel
Traveling road without end
Yield my call