ACROSS
ACROSS By La Kasha The night caught us unprepared, And it's quite some distance, All way to the fishing waters, The roads are dirty at nights, We trek the silent forests tonight, Down the valley we stroll, Gently down the stream, Careful we approaching the elusive river, Famous for its mysterious crocodile, Slow down I'm catching some fever, We can't afford to lose our people, Whose's ready to bleed their hand, Uncompromised sacrifices for the safe cross, Our boat is ready now release the rope,
