Time moves forward,
There is never a reprieve...
If only I could see you one last time
enough to hold you tight...
A battle wages ceaselessly in
caverns deep and dark...
I lay upon this grassy mound
To talk...
Africans, my people;
I have heard your call,wailing and weeping...
There comes a time when we all lose someone we are...
I always wonder how I would survive without you...
I always feel that life is a jail
And only God will give me bail...
I am to where Death resembles Heaven,
I can no longer take anymore...
I don't even try,
To hide all my tears...
O God, I have a small request
Please call me to your home...
Dead on the outside
slowly dying inside too...
A cold shiver shakes me to my core
Tries to knock on my hearts door...