tolu ogundare

If I can't say a word
I will just lift my hands
To my King and Lord
For loving me a mere sand
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Amidst wonders that will never end
There is one that refuses to blend
Its newness knows no boundary
And it's given to all and sundry
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Life is worth a few lessons,
From the eyes of sager lenses.

For life shall not always be,
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Oh what deed the deed has done!
Saner days of yore are gone!

Of thoughts, drawn from depths the mind could reach
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I don't want to take goodbyes
For a toll of endless sighs
I won't take a groundless hiss
To a night that has lost its bliss
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They are from such a crude and cruel time
When deceit is but for just a dime
They have plotted with their father
What it will cost doesn't matter
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It's how I know it's hard to say
When on a trip, I lost my way
To yesterday, to right my flaws
That these pains might tame their claws
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At night, He will grant our break, Oh busy world!

We'll be blessed, like a baby, with sleep full of bliss
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He painstakingly hearkens to every cry
Whenever we choose to come by

Not a single soul will go the same
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Life is infested with golden cages
Of different sizes for different stages
Foes of freedom in our warm embrace
To all living preys no means of escape
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Teach me how to number my days
That I may flow in endless praise
For my age isn’t just numbers
But precious annals of your wonders
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My heart indites a matter
When the ponderings of a good writer
Remind us of the times
Of changing and perilous climes
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Self! A selfish monster
Always in constant friendly pretence
Must be bound and sacrificed on the altar
That I may fulfill my primary essence
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Say not love when it is not
When what it brings is spot
On saintly garment of white
And rid the soul of sight
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May we find a use for this centennial cry
For the times pass us by
And our tears won't bring the end
To this grievous and gory trend
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Oh let, I pray, this moment be
More than a day of feast to me
Let out the news full of life
The child that was born is still alive
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not in the strength
of finely drawn muscles well-sinewed
to thy sturdy underframe
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trembling trees shall dance
fearfully in the gusting wind of her vengeance
beneath a sky of thundering lights
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in careful waddling
of measured steps,
our wearied thoughts
grope in the dark deafening silence
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