Joy fills the dept of our heart
The captain of our foe
now captures with our hands
Just as he stumbled
through the darkness he built
with his hands
fear of light
grips his darkened heart
Weak in strength
bows his head to the dust of the ground
powerless in his loneliness
Authority his mouth desire to command
but falls to command defeat and shame
War cease as our soul
finds endless peace
The corner of our street is filled
with the walk of freedom
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Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 9:42 AM UTC
Joy fills the dept of our heart
The captain of our foe
now captures with our hands
Just as he stumbled
through the darkness he built
with his hands
fear of light
grips his darkened heart
Weak in strength
bows his head to the dust of the ground
powerless in his loneliness
Authority his mouth desire to command
but falls to command defeat and shame
War cease as our soul
finds endless peace
The corner of our street is filled
with the walk of freedom
#AfricanThoughtsCollections
