It starts with a whistle. Then a slow hum moving long. A long stare at fate, wonder and faith. A kind of mixture of love, hatred and something a little between the two. That voice, that noise , only a long song for soul can withstand. Jack and Jackline so were they named. Two souls birthed in stangs of joyful pains What more can papa do than weep! Alas, a loss of a mama A gain of two souls in heaven. Bye! Till we meet to say adieu no more!

It starts with a whistle. Then a slow hum moving long. A long stare at fate, wonder and faith. A kind of mixture of love, hatred and something a little between the two. That voice, that noise , only a long song for soul can withstand. Jack and Jackline so were they named. Two souls birthed in stangs of joyful pains What more can papa do than weep! Alas, a loss of a mama A gain of two souls in heaven. Bye! Till we meet to say adieu no more!