It went through the other side,
by Edward Kofi Louis
But i am Bullie with the mystics of my mind;
So don't cajole me with you sweet lips and kill me with your sword.
I am always playing with my mind and i will like to sail along with you,
But with loving and caring arms to swing along with your muse;
For i am like an open door to the traveller,
But don't cajole me with your sweet lips.