When i pull the wind closer br Lay it naked before my keen eyes br Searching for stanzas hidden br They call me mad br br When i look at the blood br Fluttering from my veins br Soaking me to my soles br And i laugh br Like a triumphant warrior br They call me crazy br br My nights i have slaughtered br For the gods of inspiration br And i wondered at night br Like a broken lion br They call me insane br br But i am a poet on a quest br To best lay my tent br Where generation br Shall peacefully restbr br Abubakar Abdulkadirbr br