The strong is frail
The warmed seeks succor
The ship sets sail
With the captain still at the harbor
The clock goes tick-tock
But time is motionless
Ahead of me seems a rock
Alas! Behold my eyes sees nothingness.
The stars travel down to my room
And my soul is still devoid of light
My world seems swept clean with a broom
And I can’t seem to trace my right.
For you I cried, the sun cried
My life can never be the same again
Cos with you I wish to die
And on my body feel the pain of rain.
muideen olawale jimoh
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