Tell my dreams to this aged wind
passing through with a force so weak
Tell him of my passion dwelling in the city's ruin
I have dreams that ache for reality
but live in the shackles of fantasy
Tell this aged wind
that my dreams are dead in sin
drown by the ocean and its dreadful beings
I have watched in silence as they wail and weep
fading away with each passing day
Tell my dreams to this aged wind
Tell him i kneel on broken knees
and plea for dreams dead in hell's pit
They, my only reason for living
need d breath of life for my soul to live on
Tel dis aged wind
I live for my dreams
and plea from bondage, their release
Opetu Ebibote (Spilling Ink)
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