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Where would you have found comfort if I didn’t exist?
i make you feel home when you’re tired
Tired from the trials and tribulations of this earth
The earth that favours had workers
Ironically politicians are also hard workers
Hard workers that prioritize tax
Tax of poor souls goes into the lake
Like a narrow river murmuring down into the lake
To change its colour into sky blue and make it attractive to human fresh
Am still the same bed
That let you sleep on me without giving you pressure like the way your government do
i let you nil down or hold me and talk to the creator of the universe
Have you ever think of me?
Am a bed
My life is like human development
When years pass, you easily replaces me
i understand you’re my master
Am a bed.