When all is lost, <br />We live life knowing its time to pay the cost. <br />We don't mind what they say, because we have locked away the evil ghost. <br />Locked far away from the life we know, <br />Surviving on memories of love we can't recall. <br />We Hope and dream that faith may bring something new. <br />And so we smile and think, <br />saying to ourselves, <br />'I will restore everything.' <br />When the truth is, we are just a third shoe to the female being.<br /><br />Kwalo Voro<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/transformed-womaniser/
