My good deeds to them
Are like flowing streams
It looks like it occurs
Only in their dreams
We live in sweet clashes
Our words and actions crashes
In their hearts
My candor brings slashes
Oh!
For how long?
How long will they keep
Dancing to the
Rhythm of the plight?
Should i keep being
A Vincentian?
Should i keeping playing
Mother Theresa?
Be a spouse to teaser?
And keep missing my pizza?
No!
I will not give in
I will not keep
My candor raw
It does no harm but good
They don't have to admit
I know
I will not keep
Their assay golden
I will not retreat
But treat
It is just a pathology
Of positive paradigm
My wailings,
their medication
Every wail is a dose of
Inspiration
To grind to a halt their evil
Relation
And embrace
My candid salvation
I will not keep
My silence
Golden