They stole what belongs to me.
What do you mean I should just let it go, let time heal the fractions?
Do not even think of getting it wrong,
I am not sad.
I am full and Sadness is below me.
Every night when my body rests I see it all,
The struggle to reclaim it all.
When the Sun rises my body is full of Power to reclaim it all!
Tell you what,
You buy me Soda when I win it all.
And when they ask you too much,
Tell them it is I.
They stole something that I must reclaim.
Sorry to say,
Bandits!
~Koome Manyara~
Stories From Somewhere In Life 