Muammar Al Khadafi

Your lips curved in the crowded
But dark inside your soul
Your tie bright and red
But your pocket tied in debt

You sing a melodious song
But your heart torn alone
You hang out cause of breakdown
Walk sway home till dawn

Counting all shed tears and sigh
Warm up your cheeks and shade eyes
Take off your mask and lies
And fullfill my will
Take care for others