Ive got a baggage.
that my hope is in him
And the cane that I have died,
The best travel companion
I believe that this
Heartwarming Houses
Nostalgic alleys
And from this cursed city of death,
Go
Go to my ancestors
which is the size of the North Sea
Their hearts were wide
And as big as a plain
Their hands are blessed.
The people who are in need of water
Wind, Soil, and Fire
They loved...
Fathers who are still
Shan Clay Bowls
It has credibility
In the throat of history...
