As we are moving to the end,
the end of what we are started well.
we gathered together as friend,
sitting round the table, because we have story to tell.
i stand and i lift my lips because i have something to say,
about my experience and good i faced day by day;
but b4 i start the word i give thanks to God as i prayed,
heavenly father i thank you for everything and for provisions everyday.
the journey wasn't easy,
but we make our part to survive.
that we lost our brothers through it,
yet we still alive.
that make my first friend rise and said.
i step to january, with the dues i paid annually
and the second married in febuary,
as the third march to war in month of march.
and fourth fooled in the month of april
we lost aunty may in may
that we cry and mourned her death through june, july, august to september.
just to let her be in our mind forever
oct's beautiful, november was lovely that i wrote my love to remember.
i know everyone has a story to tell
as we are moving t
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