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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.