My Last Stand Poem by ASIIMWE SIMON ROLANDS

I climbed the mountains, I've trodden the plains
I walked in the scorching sun and also the rains
I reached far ends and may be crossed the lines
Through the fangs and sometimes tides
But luck goes to he who keeps alive
For it's the wages of every persistent strive
And the passing of time brought me to my best love
Sh'ld it be slavery I'm choosing to slave
You see freedom is a feeling only felt in the heart
It starts with you before comes the light.
Your choice is your freedom: the magic of your might
It sends you into the sky like flying kite
The day i met her, she became a place to stand
My past from then became a dark land
And i gripped Catalina in my very right hand.
Remember home is a head and never behind.
For now i don't care whether i found love or it found me
As long as it gave me wings to fly free
It's hard my friends you can't really agree
That I'm stronger and straighter than a palm tree.