Damilare Tella

Into their able hands, their fathers trusted
The Jewel of their fathers past
In gold like and diamond form
Confined in glamor, clothed in splendour
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Dark clouds upon paradise
I can't turn back
I must sail to the bank
With hope that sun will rise
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I want to grow into a man
They say I must
He beacons at every break of dawn
But the boy within is scared
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Our hands are filthy and full of sins
Active we are in unholy scenes
Yet, your eyes ignore and pretend not to have seen
Our iniquities, you easily forgive
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I've seen you lied a thousand times
yet, I thirst for my own fair share
But, if you will lie to me
Please hold my hands and look into my eyes
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Alone on my cornfield
Darkness threaten to gulp us all
But the peaceful moon would not let it
Its rays touches my corn, like I am in my lovers' arms
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On our way home
Rocky and thorny roads we travelled by
Guided by destiny and belief
The hope of home beat in our heart
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Time, if tis true
That thou art older than we all
Then only to thee can i turn
In this time of woe
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I woke up at our sleep hour
And dusk was not without light
My mind was filled with fright
As an unknown took me to a lonely tower
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From far away, i could hear the sounds of you
with my hands i clutched, in my heart i kept
To every blink of your eyes, I wrote a song
To the melody your breath, I beat my father's gong
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Teach me, for twas claimed that "i am" empty at birth
Prior, twas claimed that "i am" is outside matter
Whether "i am" is empty or outside matter, i do not know
And i know that i do not know
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I want to be a king when kingdom comes
But I was told that me royalty is lost
I need to have a talk with my forebears
The kind of talk I do not want with my progeny
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She made it easy to love
But I did not show enough, despite my feelings
I wish to do better, if only she can give me time
She said time is money, If only I can get a loan
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I broke every heart that ever loved me
I fed fat on their despair
Now my heart bleeds for you
But blood sweets your mouth like wine
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They say our culture is dead
They ululate the demise of our heritage
Cos of this, they profess that our future is gloomy
If truly 'tis dead, then I ask, who killed it?
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