I will build a monument in my honour
To commemorate the bravery, the honesty and the dedication

To make sure that all will know what a great man I am
To make sure I am loved, even after my life

Tall and mighty and strong will be the monument
And the slaves of my heart will bleed and die while carrying
the cold stones
But what glorious brave death will they die
In the name of my old heart

My previous heart



London, December 2004