We climbed the mountains
In slow snowy rain
We stretched our will
To hold the sun.
Past silent flashes of darkness
We soiled our feet and
Grew naked fruits
We climbed the mountains
In slow snowy rain
We stretched our will
To hold the sun.
Past silent flashes of darkness
We soiled our feet and
Grew naked fruits
Each sunrise,
Built our defiant future.
And, our might grew
With each drop of our tears
With each coming of the night
We took shelter
Under the crimson flame tree
That held glowing birds.
We set out eyes
On the purple alter
On the radiant saviour
On men who held in their hands
Songs of sorrow and joy....
With fought
With each clatter of breaking
Shadows
Each time, the slavers came.
Now, the gathering comes to an end
Where the sails start to rise
And, the stars ascend the sky and,
We realise we must not go apart
We must await tomorrow
When onto the stars sky
Our gazes will be
Above, where Uche and Nilla stand
Amist the stars
Arm in arm
With angels.
We rejoice!
March, 2011.
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