by Osman Sheikhnureldin

Created on: April 09, 2009

I've Been Promised

The Moon and the Sun

Still id rather have Food To Eat

I've Been Promised

Night And Day

But no Bread Comes my Way

I've Been Promised

Stacks Upon Stacks of Gold

How 'bout a New Shirt for i have Outgrown the Old

I've Been Promised

Anything of my Heart's Desire

Shed Some light On me, my Situation Is Dire

I've Been Promised

The Key to Paradise

When All I wanted was a Bowl of Rice

I've Been Promised Anything And Everything

From Whole Cities To A Diamond Ring

And Yet I Am Still a Bird With A Broken Wing

After All This I Still Think of Myself as King

For I Have Conquered All

I Have Made My Game Plan And Played The Ball

Now I Have to Get Back To Work

As The Warmer Of The Park Bench

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