That
home is no longer home
That
our land that once flow
In
milk and honey now flows in blood
As we
fight and kill each other
In the
name of religion
Go
tell our mothers
That
we are no longer at ease
With
one another as trust has left
The
table of brotherhood
That
we once seat to discuss and dine
Go
tell our mothers
That
our nation in which
Our
father sweated and toiled for
Now
boils in hot water
Everyone
is seating on a time bomb
Go
tell our mothers
That
our children can no longer
Walk
freely in their own fathers land
As
fear of being kidnap and kill at will
Is
never a new thing nor a crime
Go
tell our mother
To
call on their husband
That
we are longer home in our home
As a lot of foreign and home stranger
Has
made home unfit for peaceful habitation
Go
tell our mothers
That
motherland milk
That
was so sweeten and nourish
Is now
like a sour taste in our mouth
As her
children dies of starvation
Go
tell our mothers
To
awaken the spirit of our father
To
come embark on a mission
Of
rescue our fatherland
Weep
not child for tomorrow is here.
Give me a word
That will erase fear
From the world and make the world
A better place and habit to live
Not minding the events of the time
Give me a word
That will heal the world
From the pains of long-nurtured wound
Suffered and inflicted by mankind on the human race
The ointment that binds the brokenhearted
Give me a word
That will be a beacon of hope
To the one who seats alone in tears
Wailing and waiting for
When life becomes interesting again
Give me a word
That will bring liberation to the soul
To emancipate the mind from mental slavery
That has long plunged humanity
Into generation stagnation and poverty
Give me a word
For the hurting a sweeting smoothen words
That will bring back laughter and peace
Back to the trouble heart
Bringing back hope to the street called home
Give me a word
That we reassured the world
Of a better world filled with gender equality
No more discrimination
Nor judging one base on the class and colour of skin
Give me a word…where everything is possible with faith in God and the country system.
Time heal all wounds
I’ve heard that line a thousand times
And it running into a billion zillion time
Does time heal all wounds?
That phrase is it real or just a mere world in a castle land
I’ve never believed the saying,
Time heals all wounds
It put one under the impression
That if you wait and do good
Well one day be magically healed
We’ll wake up and suddenly see
And feel the radiance of the sun again
The sun has come back I can still feel
The frigid cold trying to take me away
Like a candle in the wind it blows so cold so gentle
Wounds can be physical, black and blue
Scratches up and down your arm
Wishing they do away so you can stop
Telling people that you ran into a tree
Does time heal all wounds
Wound can be mental
Feeling a tug at your heart constantly
One wrong move and you’re shattered
Not being able to listen to that song
Without bursting out in tears
My own wounds are valid
Whether you can see them or not
Time has passed and my wounds
Are still begging to be seen stop telling me
I’ll be okay with time
Peak moments make me feel like I’m healed
I’ll laugh the way I used to
Warmth take me over the sky
Is a brighter shade of blue
Does time hell all wounds?
Low morement makes me question the healing process
I’m crying my heart feels like its breaking all over again
I’m battling with myself in my head suddenly
I’m on a rollercoaster I can’t get off and I can’t stop screaming
The things is I’m constantly healing
The process never ends my body is constantly working
To heal my wounds and while they may become
Less visible over time I can tell you I will always feel them
I’ve accepted my wounds as a part of me they take up the space
I carry them with me everywhere I go I’m not sure if I’d be me
My wounds remind me of who I am
What I’m capable of they’re proof of the battles I fought
The night I cried and cried the moment I felt the world
Was too much for me the times I questioned my worth
When I could feel my own heart breaking
I’m sorry to say that time doesn’t heal all wounds as I’m still hurting
When you have tried your best
And it seems your best isn’t good enough
You’ve tried all you can just to make it all work
You took the walk of life and walk out your soul
The past comes calling deepen the wounds
When you have a broken heart
And you can’t go back to start
When it hurts to move forward
And you cant go back to your world
Then put all your faith in Lord all your wounds will be cured
When you watch others walked in peers
And you walk alone along life’s road alone
When all your friends have deserted you
And you look upon yourself and no one to hold on to
Run to the Lord what a friend we have in Jesus
When you wanna sleep but you cant
When you don’t get all that you want
When you find your dream shatter
And all your friends begin to flatter
Then put all your faith in Lord and all your wounds will be cured
When life it seems to full of disappointment
And your shatter dreams makes you question why
Still you tried to pick up your broken pieces
And no one knows the pain you felt inside
In the midst of it all through the pain through the night
When you ,lose something you die for
When you lose all the reason to adore
When you work and it doesn’t work out
When you have to face the fall out
Then put all your fiath in Lord all your wounds will be cured
Is always darkest before the dawn
Don’t be discourage just carry on
Though some may break you
Though some may weary you
You have His promise and all your wounds will be cured
The wound is the place where the light enters you.- Rumi
