IF I HAVE A WINGS
I will fly away,
To sing a bittering song
For woe as made my day
My tears are flowing down
Socking my white shirt with wet
With a bewildering tune
Of wane and sudden reft,
It hurt when out of love
Or loose of a caring friend,
But interruptions from above
Could call' to comprehend
Let me sing a songs
To ease my grieving hearts
And keep away my hung
From the Aromas of rift
Writted by Kolawole Emmanuel
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