Going out to the farm at ikire
Going out for shopping at Maryland mall
Going out to the stream at ten
Cox that was the best of life then.
Going out when I lied to my mother
Said the monie she found were for another
Going out from them, cox I was eighteen
Now I do my things my own way
Im getting lost in my own puzzle
Its getting no light in my own dome
Born with millions lights
shining to usher all my way
And they show us the way
One is strong and lightened up
Each time you feel their love in your heart
One died and when we moved away
Thinking we have had our freedom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem