My words came with breeze of coolness
My words became a life with no offence
As to aim on the stumbling rock of offence
Yet, my peace I struggled with all tenderness of heart

The offence came like a wind pipe
The words like of an innocent child
A brute force from the offenders assails
All just in a bid to take cover, on the offensive

My heart got no wrinkle with all battering
Yet, they said I admitted to being wrong
Rend my mind away from all their plots
Yet,...