Every-where sound silent,
With gentle serene of rift,
And hand writings of sins,
Fading off on bleeding walls,
As the eyes cry out of lost,
Suffering a mid sun-set,
In the middle of a cruel world,
Where justice is left behind,
And pains, bitterness and lost,
Has become modern development,
Loosing friends and those that cares,
Without goodbye nor farewells,
Yesterday was so painful,
Today is also sorrowful,
And tomorrow another day,
I don't know what it will say.
WRITTEN BY
AYORINDE EMMANUEL OLOWOEYO
KNOWN AS' Kolawole Emmanuel
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