Mokganedi Tatlhego

And so I clothed my body in black
Marking the pain you once more brought
And for long my voice would crack
Fighting a losing battle with tears’ onslaught
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In all power and tears I cried
On deaf ears my voice fell
I did cower in fear at times
Sadly my losses still stand
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It is true that truth is painful despite its good
It is right that lies do help to brighten the bitter night
It is necessary to sometimes stoop to fend the painful truth
It is a fact that most fights lie in hands of little white lies
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And here we go again
One more phrase to light up your face
Maybe just more to depict rain
A thousand letters to flatten graves
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Well, winter does turn into summer,
Grey twigs do get the seasonal green
The past does evolve into present
And vocabulary gave birth to the word repetition
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Feats won and still to be, for as long as you do I also believe in me.
Mountain sunlight rays can shine in places with no hills
As long as one tries and reaches, far inside he succeeds
Mama this is what you said to blunt younger me,
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If you were a melody
I could already hear the notes floating through your strum
The undemanding all-encompassing notes of an acoustic guitar plucked
Felt from the inner core to the exterior resembling a hearty hum
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The heart longs to sing and yell his words
Once again pay tribute to the love and lament pain in this world
To chant in appreciation and in love purr
I am the voice that croons these carols in turn
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