Unwritten Poem by Joseph Sakyiamah

Unwritten pages of you and I,
Our stories untold left us hanging,
Scars the day left us,
Behind doors of the night,

Little ages taken tall of us,
Us, I mean us changing,
For once we scared,
Would there be enough love,

To carry us through,
If the world becomes cold,
Would there be much strength,
To keep climbing our faith with love.

If the wind becomes much stronger,
Would there be our love blanket,
To shield us through,
To stand firm in love.