We could wait but the sun may never come so now is the time to focus your mind, sweet butterfly vibes will flow from inside. Buzzed about by merriment, towards the frolics of future fun.
Chained together through strengths of friendship, inclined to speak with peace of mind, no bribes. These smiles and grins fuel ambitions within that create the modes of self control.
We play, to learn and communicate as those bright days will pass soon so set your tone. Yearn to motivate each one which comes, sustain the road to growth as its for them, to make sense of their future roles.
Emmanuel God is with us And he's never left us Your birth was proof to that covenant A handsome boy born to beautiful parents who prayers were answered Grew up with adoration for art And started drawing the super heroes in the comic books Like you pictured yourself a superhero one day You made friends and played football Learned to play the guitar and wrote some songs Gave the world all it needed to feel alive And that was your golden smile Your ambitions are still strong You hold onto the childhood promises you made to yourself To make the world a better place The world is waiting for you to take the step Just don't look back when you start
This was for my boy Emmanuel Who has big dreams abd wants to make the world a better place Nyatu Emmanuel
She glides past vendors of fried food as her bare feet skid across the muddy gravel. The pain of the gliding thread left behind with her shoes. A toothy grin and a joyous laugh switch phases like a sound wave as her eyes follow the kite carrying all her dreams.
I hope you keep the taste of your dreams on your tongue, When you’re gathering the courage to run towards stormy waters, And I hope that when you reach the shoreline, Your unspoken words rest on your eyelids, So that every time the water burns your eyes, You find comfort in your heart’s lullabies, Written for you to keep you warm, when the thunder shatters your barriers. I hope you remember all the words we exchanged, Because I’ve written yours upon my sleeves, Hoping that you would remember them too. I hope that when you reach the other side, You’ll find the colourful remnants of the setting sun, They’ll wash the lightening away from your eyes, So that you can see the outline of your shadow, As you reunite with your past self, The one that hasn’t forgotten how to dream.
From the blooming dandelions That grow in the gardens of the kindred soul Is a peculiar dream That with every yellow petal becomes A wishful fly away Within its colourless softness Searching for new soil To bury itself And grow
But it’s the insignificant things That weigh down the petals Whenever they gather the willpower To float towards a horizon That divides the insecurities And the biggest fears of the dreamer So instead the petals become rain That wash away the remnants Of a scorching sun
And some time after The water carries with it The seed of the dandelion And along a distant road It grows once again Waiting for another To come set it free So that it can carry those old ambitions Back to one who’s still searching for courage Along the horizon in their dreams