He lost his wings at birth Soaked in the misery of nothingness Child caught the face of a dejected mum Dad gasps for breadth in vanity of time What lurks in the darkness beyond? Where is the answer, the poor child reels Eyes glinted at ignorant jubilation Not again, the village moaned uneasily
Wings refused to flap inspiration Sun refused to dry soaked misery rule Conscious of the stream of pain not long On and on breathlessness overcomes hopeful desire Heart overflows with helplessness Birds fly around filling the air with hope Child closes eyes not to twig bitterness So that sorrow could fly away
All at once the days come by No means to endure the crunch of time Denial by the offensive of futility of all Rescue for survival nowhere to find Staring the freshness of gentle breeze Hope wades in with a struggle to live ‘Abrakadabra’ the witch doctor screams So that sorrow could fly away
Don’t give up my brother Determination beckons with authority Sorrow and hopelessness dumped on the side So that no other child sees it no more Holding firm to tomorrow that is not lonely Misery in abyss pushed aside to give way Alas the flower glows and sweetness flows Like the river of life beyond comprehension Fly away your sorrow.