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Sweet memory;
From a very far land
Land of pain n faith
Through the rocky road of life
Walking with men n ghost at midnight
In search for bread
A food for my body n soul;
Nobody knows what my eyes have seen.

little’ vim has come of age
A man he must be,
Need a home to call his
Though situations unfriendly
N his dream amidst daily crisis
Oh lord’
Nobody knows what my eyes have seen.

Many times bewildered
By uncertainties of reality
Many times battered
By Wirld wind of injustice
Nobody knows what my eyes have seen

No one to turn to
Friends like foes
Families like strangers
Nobody knows what my eyes have seen

Day by day’ in quest for greatness.
In the library like home
Devouring pages of books
For there in, lies the voice of my God
Nobody knows what my eyes have seen.

From the dungeon
From the crooked path of the ghetto
To straight n mountain top of fame
From quick sand of misfortune
To solid rock of fortune
Nobody knows what my eyes have seen

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