Each time I walk on the streets of life, my breathe is held, my soul can no more be free, as before, when it was young and strong, then I look at the bus stop, where you used to stand and sparkle with a smile I now apparently know, I need a rehab for heartbreak and solid sorrow I look at the bus stop, over here, then over there with wishing eyes, that wish you were here, my sight is in a basement, blinded by a darkness, since your light deserted my world I know I did some things and you can forgive, so I guess I'll drag my anvil heart behind me for the rest of my life. By Kakraba Afful