World of shadows.
Anguished over the world
tired of fumbling his pen and paper
he shouted "I am anguished over the world
in which I lived".
"I condemned the tree of knowledge"
unforntutely, he hid his pain deep within
Over "The Anguished World of Shadows"
Everything matters to him
when it come to
composing hymns of freedom
Freedom to live,
Freedom to write
Freedom to be happy
Freedom not to abided by others will
His bloodshot eyes impaired his vision
never been in bondage
Until he took a sip of the devil's soup
Injustice is an evil in itself
both the dipper and the abider
They kidnapped his soul!
He must be free from the claws of the moonshine
Freedom must come soon
Rearmed again my poet friend
Drunk and disorderly always in custody
his friend and his family all fed up with him
Moonshine have ruin his life
Now he lost his wife.