My voice, your voice, our voice heard as one,
Wishing the ears access, direct to our tone.
Little hidden, yet more discerned,
Our voice re-echoing the sound, sonorous and unbound.
We'll rise on the earth's ceiling high,
With joy dancing, touching the sky.
#TonyCemaluk #ChineduCemaluk #CEMALUK
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