Peter Lungile Chidothe

When my voice dies
Speak, my pen speak
When my hands fail to pull the strings
Speak, my pen speak
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© Peter Lungile Chidothe

Hail the king, hail the king, you dwellers of all kind
Be gentle, be still, for here he comes
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©Peter Lungile Chidothe

Has the night blended sweet and sour?
Of beauty that catches the eye
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©Peter Lungile Chidothe

Some roads; less travelled
Some, you're going to travel alone
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Am sorry for the pain
Like a paper in my hand...I thought I had a
pen
So like ink the words just flow
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Let them come
Let them fly
There are no butterflies tonight
Just you and me
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I love love
Because I know I will be in love
With a person who loves
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It is once in a blue moon
I see a blue moon
When am in the snow
When it is snowing
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My heart beats
It beats for you
And only you
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Make a way for him, and give him a hand
He is a wounded soldier
Fighting in the front lines
In a midst of a fierce fire
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Thanks for the love
The love that touches

Thanks for the love
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Dear Alice

It's summer here
I don't know the other side
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The moving storm has blinded us all
Without realizing our clothes are up in the air
Walking naked
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Its waters still fall and run deep
The sound taking me afar
Because this river down
Flows carrying my dream along
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You never knew
What I would be to you
In a place so new
All you thought was you
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(An ode to Nigeria, Burundi, Kenya, Iraq Palestine and Israel)

For one who could have been my brother,
Why is your hand on my neck?
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I can't go up
Something is holding me down

I see the skies
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Sitting here in the murky room
My vision is gone
I only see crystal like figures
Standing or moving up and down
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Remember the little steps, trying to run?
The little smiles trying to laugh?
Inaudible words trying to speak?
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It is strong as the wind
Heavy as the clouds
Beautiful are the words
Strong are the chords
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