As life goes on we let
Things pass on slowly and surely.
We bite bullet for a change,
Some laugh,some cry for a change,
Yet, I laugh for a change.

That day I ate the bullet
And got baptized to make
Make-up my source
And welcome him spiritually.
There I went to I and I place.

There, there’s no robbing of nose.
The heart plead peace than pieces
And no longer beat about in the bush
And being fugitive.