We are not saint, even sins knew our names
We knew the taste of sin and her abode.
We left bitters tales on the lips of mother
And fathers strokes, got tired of visiting our body.
We were once the name on the lips of gossiping tongues:
and our tomorrow was mocked at by those who judged us by our evil ways.
Who saw tomorrow naming us as failures.
We knew the sound and words of sin.
Hang your cloth for nail.
Do fast fast make I meet another customer.
These words reminds us of places that housed our yesterday pleasure.
And how we became a tale on the lips of whores.
As we look back at how we left the wrong path of yesterday
And forced our steps on the right path leading to tommorow
with today counting us good in our daily doing;
We have one word on our lips to those who believed in us .
And for those who guilded us out of our wrongs way.
Thank you.