And i still cry. From benneth my soul, i cry. Through the small craked space betwwen my lips i moan. I whine the thought of you calling your self a leader. For the last four years i have been in pain. I have tried so hard to hide what you have put me and your so called country through. One day real soon our new leader, of our own people will put stop to war, violence and the shame you haven given this country. And i still cry.