This night is a saw and lawful flaw, This places a dream and a graceful scream. Whatever to know, whenever to blow, This life is all a misinterpreted. Woe in spade, splice in blade, That greets, this hand and bulky…
All the moon shining clear, All black clouds listening to his tale. All black shines in the black stadium, There’s a white player, his passion storms. Millions of sounds he heard, Millions of blessings did he poured. Behind thunders, a…