Comfort Ndlovu

No day of the year is not someone's birthday,
Every day of the year is;
No day of the year is not somebody's deathday,
Daily do some die at battle and some die at ease;

Every day some more people are born
Whilst some in turn dare to die,
Many are born and brought in the morn
And many do on a daily basis eternally lie;

No day passes by without laughter,
When happy dust flies from floor to rafter;
No day passes away without tears,
When one's hopes are subjugated by fears;

So, Lord, spare me tears and troubles of this cursed earth,
That I may walk proudly and prosperously 'till I lose my dear breath,
That I may boldly face that relentless rival dubbed death
And, Lord, grant me a qualitative currency of courage and confidence,
That I may be a hero when I leave for good this envious earth.