Can you see this darkness,
darkness that is buried within her soul?
Can you feel this heaviness,
this heaviness that is blinding thy heart?
Can you sense this emptiness,
this emptiness that is making her soul to wonder?

She just wanna be free,
free of this undescribable feeling,
free from this undefinable feeling,
free out of this unpleasant chapter,
the chapter that brought sorrow and grief

Can you hear the sound?
the sound of the lilies,
blossoming in the morning sunrise
Can you smell the aroma?
the aroma that carries the accent,
of a beautified chains of life

It is the coat of many colours,
that when the other colourful side has reached the very end,
the reverse of it find wings to fly the unseen colours of its own,
and turns Hopeless into Hopeful,
I call it the rainbow of undefined definable destinies

My Africa, My Home
In the sky I raise my fist,
From beneath I bow my head,
to the motherland that carries our spirit,
to the homeland of liberty and peace
I am an African

I wear my colourful clothing,
with dignity and humility
They call them bracelets, with bold voice,
I say these are beads of life and purification,
My identity

I am an African,
And Africa is my home

It still feel like yesterday,
when I held you in my arms,
and never wanted to let you go
You were mine, I was yours
Till thee wheel falls off,
and Forever and always

The scariest Beast, unexpected came,
came like rushing mighty wind,
and took you without saying goodbye
I moan and groan till I fail to stand on my own,
just like the lilies I withered,
and half of thy heart never ressurected from thy odeal
I felt the wreath of its anger,
but never with disconnection of saying GOODNIGHT

You taught me insecurity,
You taught me that my emotions,
are meaningless and unworthy
You taught me that women don't cry,
but the salty water have stained my heart

You left me with scars,
Scars that I'm never afraid to show,
Scars that have become my stepping stone to greatness
My wings have been mended again,
I'm learning to fly on my own

I thought and thought
Thought that pain,
is like a flower
A flower that wither when its not watered,
A flower that lose essence when its not nursed,
But pain never wither,
like stain it stays right in your heart
Bit by bit leaving emptiness at thy precious soul

Your lust for me,
I confused it with love
Mishandling of me I thought it was love,
turned out to be the biggest scar acquired by my heart
The tears I shared in your care,
I loved you still in believe that you'll learn to love me

Tears dried
Feelings died
The heart got Broken beyond repair
And the warmth of your chest got colder and colder
All because I thought it was love,
Love which was never Enough