Treasure Island

Caleb Tukahiirwa

(03-04-1990 / kisiizi)

My time


I have seen, touched and felt it close,
Embraced, tested its great sweetness
That froze me cold though hot to stand.
The warmth in its wonder presence,
This made me feel so cheated in life
That i never had known its worth.
Nothing to me had ever felt like this
As music played delicious in my ears
It was then that i realized the moment.
This was my time come, this was it,
A time peace, joy, life were to knock.
When ‘he’ would to come by my door,
Come to show me the way and truth
Take to were i was meant to be, at first.

He brought a new white coat for me
Opened this beautiful gate to a wonder;
There was more than living inside
Living, in its fullest, all there for me:

Submitted: Sunday, June 20, 2010
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