JOY EYES
We need the tree of life trust me
And I am sick and tired of every body
Telling me this and that badly
We all want to live young and happy
Die hard and rise again
But we are trouped in this misery
Any body can feel me
I hope some one do this
It doesn't need any mathematics
Just gather and fix
Let’s trade culture
And get richer
Let make peace
For all the race
Forget about the case
Let grow old and change place
Where every one have his own space
Live life and praise
Amanuel
