Stabbed a million times with a butcher knife,
you still stand
You still stand when the doors you only knew,
are closing up on you and the don't seem to be a way out

Broken down a thousand times,
with a feeling that you can rise no more
but just like waves rising up I'll rise
Even waves sometimes don't rise under certain circumstances,
but at the right time they rise

He is the I am,
He is the truth,
truth that bring eternal life
He is the way,
way which lead to everlasting life,
life that knows no end even in the afterlife

Who is he that He says He is,
that Some calls Him teacher?
Some calls Him Rabbi?
and Some say He is Messiah?
He is who said that through Him,
you shall see the father

He loved,
but in the process,
He got Broken beyond repair
Cried himself to sleep,
with the hope that the pain will ease

Brand new day came, so bright,
but pain blinded his heart,
and all he could see was darkness,
darkness he lost faith upon
And he promised to never love again

Can you see this darkness,
darkness that is buried within her soul?
Can you feel this heaviness,
this heaviness that is blinding thy heart?
Can you sense this emptiness,
this emptiness that is making her soul to wonder?

She just wanna be free,
free of this undescribable feeling,
free from this undefinable feeling,
free out of this unpleasant chapter,
the chapter that brought sorrow and grief

Can you hear the sound?
the sound of the lilies,
blossoming in the morning sunrise
Can you smell the aroma?
the aroma that carries the accent,
of a beautified chains of life

It is the coat of many colours,
that when the other colourful side has reached the very end,
the reverse of it find wings to fly the unseen colours of its own,
and turns Hopeless into Hopeful,
I call it the rainbow of undefined definable destinies

My Africa, My Home
In the sky I raise my fist,
From beneath I bow my head,
to the motherland that carries our spirit,
to the homeland of liberty and peace
I am an African

I wear my colourful clothing,
with dignity and humility
They call them bracelets, with bold voice,
I say these are beads of life and purification,
My identity

I am an African,
And Africa is my home

It still feel like yesterday,
when I held you in my arms,
and never wanted to let you go
You were mine, I was yours
Till thee wheel falls off,
and Forever and always

The scariest Beast, unexpected came,
came like rushing mighty wind,
and took you without saying goodbye
I moan and groan till I fail to stand on my own,
just like the lilies I withered,
and half of thy heart never ressurected from thy odeal
I felt the wreath of its anger,
but never with disconnection of saying GOODNIGHT