Treasure Island

Peter Daniel Phiri

(21/06/1989 / Kadoma)

Don't Follow That Star


Don’t follow that star you always show me at night,
All that glitters is not gold, be careful,
It dwells in dark lands strange unto men

Shrine and home,
To many souls prone,
Don’t follow that star you always show me at night.

So often that star appear
Glittering in the eye... Cold fear!
It dwells in dark lands strange unto men.

Lurking therein
Darkness! Camouflaged, shining,
Don’t follow that star you always show me at night

For night is
Strife and wrath
It dwells in dark lands strange unto men.

Lest it grips your soul,
Follow that little man within your core
Don’t follow that star you always show me at night
It dwells in dark places strange unto men.

Submitted: Saturday, March 30, 2013
Edited: Sunday, March 31, 2013
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