The Life

Youth of the new millennium
Bustling, A busy on the high track
Thought to change the lifestyle
And bounce on a new ambiance

Life! Ye fill with mysterious and wonders
Life full of challenges, economic difficulty,
Political unrest, Serious illness and family problems
Thought grass only green on the Westside

But alas! the grass is greener when watering
Hanging on the edge of hope
Took the ride, and fly into a long distance
Entering the Bishopsgate heading to old Ernine Street

Everyday, on the bridge of hustling
Treading on the death-rope everyday
Running away from illegal-migrant pursuers
Moving like a boomerang in an unknown land
Every twenty four hours on feet's hustling
Working like slave and in the night eat like a rat

It simply sadness everyday
Lost our way at the edge of the curtain
The cold, the raining searching for prospering
All we can do is simply pray to God

The unknown city really sough
The ugly master scream in range
Making mistakes and hoping not to get caught
The small master collect share after woking like a slave

Tears in the eyes but still moved to the horizon
Climbing the success mountain but alas
It such a wicked difficult to tread I always fell down
Who do we blame our government or foreign governments

The life searching was already mine
At the plane of Savannah mother nature smile on me
Success, happiness and laughter struck me on my way home
In a nook wailing and shouting after so many year
Nothing to bring homeward but the fortune glares at me

Mixed some dime with each other
Took the ride and Bloom into the fame
The song of success is at home
Is it recession that drove me out of my father land
They burden seems light as a feather
They are nothing to bear.........

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