Relative's Eyes
These words, I write them
No regard to the ink
I can formulate ideas and thoughts
Before I can think
All we need is a war boys
Or everything is right here
Nothing to fight for
What does the brain compare with the heart?
It's a good day to find a surprise
But luckily enough, everyday I find
One in your personal space
Bishop, keep to the skies, keep to the skies
Bishop, keep to the skies, keep to the skies