Some people had forgotten their dreams
Buried it into oblivion deep within
Some people killed their lives
Keep it silence let their wisdom fly
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Dedicated to Mr. Ellon Dale Amacna
It is all from the will’s might
Like a star shining so bright
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It means to be a Christian
You raise me up, to climb the mountain
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When I was at the court of my Lord
I saw many things with and of no names
Tall as the mountains and wide as the seas
Some were small as dot
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Behold brethren;
the wrath of God is near
Searching for his people
who curse his sons and daughters
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And I heard it wrongly.
He, white man from the north
On his arms banner of democracy
contoured and painted in red
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People passed the ruin of youth
Along the journey the shadow of thought
Crept seeking for souls anytime will be caught
Fearless creature beyond sooth
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To Miss Murielle
I saw you under the acacia tree
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