I call out to the spirits and hope for them to be free.
For many a thousands whose lives seem downslope;
Fear not and hurt not, there's always bright hope.
The clock strikes,the clock moves, the clock moves like a fan;
For time and tide my dear, waits for no man.
If anymore out there are yet to find peace;
wait for it to come, because there will be at least."
Sherwin.
