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Oh our home! In Harmony we were A beautiful bride beaming with pride Until strangers sailed into our shores With gunpowder and that devilish steel raiding our ports I remember the gallantry of our brethren in the west Our colony they defended to their best But that year albeit our bravery our home became their nest Oh!, later we realised that our once cherished home was long lost before their invasion At a secret banquet in Berlin In our Defeat, those Trojans became our leaders Marshalling orders from their queen and muting our traditional kings Our affairs they continued to administer Their teachings became the inevitable substitute to our culture, practice and pride Our Delicacy we began to chastise They called it being civilised and in exchange we paid with the heads of brethren Who became toys as they toiled to grow our resources on their lands Till today, many never came back to behold our once cherished home Enough is enough we said Our literacy had grown so we used our voice We fought another war but this time not with guns but with words I remember the rallies at night Comrades dancing round the bonfire graciously bright We were fed up, our home we wanted And in ninety-sixty we got back lost cherished home It's fifty-nine years now Oh!, Our hard fought redemption tastes vile Our homes remain shattered Our brethren have turned neo-colonial murderers We have become our own captives The cries of hunger and poverty is now normal Yet we live in abundance Ill wealth we now cherish even those gotten with human heads Our home is now like dinosaurs, gradually going into extinction An extinction caused by sheer greed for power fame and influence We have become blind to unity, peace happiness and good Oh!, our shattered home Is in dire need of another redemption

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Feb 11, 2019

Feb 11, 2019 at 2:46 PM UTC

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"SHATTERED HOME"

Oh our home! In Harmony we were A beautiful bride beaming with pride Until strangers sailed into our shores With gunpowder and that devilish steel raiding our ports I remember the gallantry of our brethren in the west Our colony they defended to their best But that year albeit our bravery our home became their nest Oh!, later we realised that our once cherished home was long lost before their invasion At a secret banquet in Berlin In our Defeat, those Trojans became our leaders Marshalling orders from their queen and muting our traditional kings Our affairs they continued to administer Their teachings became the inevitable substitute to our culture, practice and pride Our Delicacy we began to chastise They called it being civilised and in exchange we paid with the heads of brethren Who became toys as they toiled to grow our resources on their lands Till today, many never came back to behold our once cherished home Enough is enough we said Our literacy had grown so we used our voice We fought another war but this time not with guns but with words I remember the rallies at night Comrades dancing round the bonfire graciously bright We were fed up, our home we wanted And in ninety-sixty we got back lost cherished home It's fifty-nine years now Oh!, Our hard fought redemption tastes vile Our homes remain shattered Our brethren have turned neo-colonial murderers We have become our own captives The cries of hunger and poverty is now normal Yet we live in abundance Ill wealth we now cherish even those gotten with human heads Our home is now like dinosaurs, gradually going into extinction An extinction caused by sheer greed for power fame and influence We have become blind to unity, peace happiness and good Oh!, our shattered home Is in dire need of another redemption

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Countless nights I stay and pray And hope that God brings a better day one with less tears where I can love with fewer fears the wrong girls play with my mind the good women are hard to find I've been searching my whole life for that special chance the perfect time, the perfect girl, the one perfect romance the person I can trust with my life the person that will call me "husband" but until then I'll just stay and pray with the hope that God will bring a better day.

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Apr 8, 2017

Apr 8, 2017 at 3:17 PM UTC

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Better Day

Countless nights I stay and pray And hope that God brings a better day one with less tears where I can love with fewer fears the wrong girls play with my mind the good women are hard to find I've been searching my whole life for that special chance the perfect time, the perfect girl, the one perfect romance the person I can trust with my life the person that will call me "husband" but until then I'll just stay and pray with the hope that God will bring a better day.

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Take It To Jesus He’s the answer to it all. Tell him all about it- He will listen, when you call. He’ll give you GRACE for all the problems, That are causing you grief and pain. Take it to Jesus- He’ll give you the victory…again and again.

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Jun 28, 2016

Jun 28, 2016 at 9:34 AM UTC

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Take it to Jesus-

Take It To Jesus He’s the answer to it all. Tell him all about it- He will listen, when you call. He’ll give you GRACE for all the problems, That are causing you grief and pain. Take it to Jesus- He’ll give you the victory…again and again.

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When troubles come your soul to try, You love the friend who just stands by. Perhaps there's nothing she can do, The thing is strictly up to you. For there are troubles all your own, And paths the soul must tread alone. Times when love can't smooth the road, Nor friendship lift the heavy load. But just to feel you have a friend, Who will stand by until the end. Whose sympathy through all endures, Whose warm handclasp is always yours. It helps somehow to pull you through, Although there's nothing she can do. And so with fervent heart we cry, God Bless the friend who just stands by.

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May 10, 2016

May 10, 2016 at 8:34 AM UTC

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The friend who just stands by

When troubles come your soul to try, You love the friend who just stands by. Perhaps there's nothing she can do, The thing is strictly up to you. For there are troubles all your own, And paths the soul must tread alone. Times when love can't smooth the road, Nor friendship lift the heavy load. But just to feel you have a friend, Who will stand by until the end. Whose sympathy through all endures, Whose warm handclasp is always yours. It helps somehow to pull you through, Although there's nothing she can do. And so with fervent heart we cry, God Bless the friend who just stands by.

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Always remember to forget The things that made you sad But never forget to remember The things that made you glad. Always remember to forget The friends that proved untrue. But don't forget to remember Those that have stuck by you. Always remember to forget The troubles that have passed away. But never forget to remember The blessings that come each day.

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May 9, 2016

May 9, 2016 at 12:46 PM UTC

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Always remember

Always remember to forget The things that made you sad But never forget to remember The things that made you glad. Always remember to forget The friends that proved untrue. But don't forget to remember Those that have stuck by you. Always remember to forget The troubles that have passed away. But never forget to remember The blessings that come each day.

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Once more I summon you Out of the past With poignant love, You who nourished the poet And the lover. I see your gray eyes Looking out to sea In those Rockport summers, Keeping a distance Within the closeness Which was never intrusive Opening out Into the world. And what I remember Is how we laughed Till we cried Swept into merriment Especially when times were hard. And what I remember Is how you never stopped creating And how people sent me Dresses you had designed With rich embroidery In brilliant colors Because they could not bear To give them away Or cast them aside. I summon you now Not to think of The ceaseless battle With pain and ill health, The frailty and the anguish. No, today I remember The creator, The lion-hearted.

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May 7, 2016

May 7, 2016 at 3:57 PM UTC

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for my mother

Once more I summon you Out of the past With poignant love, You who nourished the poet And the lover. I see your gray eyes Looking out to sea In those Rockport summers, Keeping a distance Within the closeness Which was never intrusive Opening out Into the world. And what I remember Is how we laughed Till we cried Swept into merriment Especially when times were hard. And what I remember Is how you never stopped creating And how people sent me Dresses you had designed With rich embroidery In brilliant colors Because they could not bear To give them away Or cast them aside. I summon you now Not to think of The ceaseless battle With pain and ill health, The frailty and the anguish. No, today I remember The creator, The lion-hearted.

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