In a place where your only chance is a dance
And space where for every stance there is a circumstance
You need to find romance
You must find romance

Throwing my weight around
I nearly fell to the ground
If only my balance was not so sound
Now l am just moving around

Chauffeured in some bulletproof Chevrolet
Wined and dined on some chef-tailored buffet
Slept in chef d’oeuvre Ceasar’s chalet
Now I can barely afford even a thin duvet

Played hard yet remained an astound workaholic
Massaged in company of a devout Catholic
Who was all along been an avowed alcoholic
Now I am but a devoured Apostolic

Deployed in elevations where grave danger lurk
In a forsaken generation in which good morals lack
Better still, future promises did not seem so murk
Now my profesional job is a mere homework

When leadership had had some real glory
Meanwhile I was on the receiving end of an extraordinary dowry
True forgiveness manifesting to more than just l’m so sorry
Now my name is synonymous with a toying accessory

Have had the presence and feel of a great avalanche
In challenges and adversities of life used to lunge
And l would in nerve breaking mysteries plunge
Now I am but a fellow who in raft miseries lounge

From the work l had been doing, satisfaction l derived
The pride l keep on account of the love l was deprived
And my unborn brothers and sisters l had miraculously survived
Now after half a century in the face of the Earth, can say, l have finally arrived