Bironga Chadwick

Nekesa,
I want to know something,
About our field of play,
Whenever I want us to play,
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The paradox of our time in history is
that:
We have taller buildings, but
shorter tempers;
Wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints.
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Those evening bells! Those evening bells!
How many a tale their music tells,
Of high school and that sweet time
When last I heard their soothing chime.
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Is there anything that I can do?
To help you get rid of that awful flu,
I know you're feeling really sick,
It won't last; it will be gone real quick,
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Some people believe, there is a one,
The one who points your way to the sun,
A person they believe makes them complete,
The one who will support when in defeat,
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A kiss is just a kiss until you find the one you love,
A hug is just a hug until you find the one you're always thinking of,
A dream is a dream until it comes true,
Love was just a word until the day I met you,
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To the one who gave me a life to live,
I can give nothing but all my love,
You are the rock and the wind beneath my wings,
To me you mean all the good things,
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What I want is
Waking up next to you every morning
While listening to the birds sing
Drinking coffee while Watching the sun rise
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The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean
The winds of Heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion
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I would rather write about you
Than write about love
For love doesn’t have your smile
Or those eyes that stole myheart away
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Life is so precious
And each day a gift
Yet on a balance it hangs so precarious
So enjoy every minute
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You’re beautiful,

Pleasing to the eye and the heart,
Everything about you suits the part.
Your radiant smile lights up the hollow dark,
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Once upon a time you were my fairy tale.
First came love then out popped a baby.
There should have been a marriage
But we turned each other on and lost “a good thing”
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Hey, it is morning, wake up to rise and shine
Since another day in life is here
And the hour has come to redefine
Your journey across the wild frontier
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Do we put them on a pedestal and sift each word they say,
Forgetting they are sinners saved by grace with feet of clay?
Are we looking for perfection and when church day rolls around,
Do we dine on a roasted Priest, if a single flaw we have found?
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Do I shed tears now that you are gone?
Or do I smile because we are still friends?
Can I close my eyes and pray that you'll come back?
Or do I open my eyes and see all that you left?
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There is a moment in time
Filled with hope and wonder
Carved in mystery and shrouded in fear

There is a moment so precious
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I was always told when you die...
You will meet your maker eye to eye,
All your wrongs you better have an answer for,
If you want to enter heaven's door.
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I was shocked, confused, bewildered
As I entered Heaven's door,
Not by the beauty of it all,
Nor the lights or its decor.
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What if the earth could talk
What would it say of us
Would it praise us for caring
Or demonize us for destroying it
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