Passions flowing out like rivers
Hoping to run a tireless course
Devoid of traffics
Devoid of meanders
When we all set up in high esteem
It seems never to flop
The zeal of a flawless hunter
Always shooting on target
The eyes of tomorrow we never had
Storming into the journey
Our foundations became shaky
Pillars fell out apart
Looking back only to see a half-broken bridge
Stacked in the middle of the journey
Dying on the cross
We shouted it is finished
We pivoted our heads
Gazing into what seems empty
Up above the world so high
To the one beyond the sky
Written By: ©Erlie Physhers (Abuku Emmanuel kwaku)
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