Remember the marks on my hand.
Oh! Show gratitude to the creator
As i elevate the lands.
Man is a worldly inventor
But God is the universal investor.
Flee from fear Oh dying age.
God cares for the bird of the air,
Always his spoken words we hear
For a loving paradise.
So why scared?
Lets live life like it never ends.
Dance to the mystery of life
But Lo! behold, forget not happiness
For if we shed tears till life ends
The earth shall be wet.
© Derazy Ajah
I foresee my fate
As you drop low by the-heat-of-time.
I foresee the end
For death is so close like a rind
Creating endless sounds in my heart.
You were once a dawn
Beautiful like a virgin fruit
Placed under a glowing sun.
And now you turn dusk
With frail heart, fading hopes
And cracking bones
All heeding to the sound of time.
Oh! My dying age
Dance not to the sound of death
Dance not into a six-feet cage
For your sun might still rise again
Before your final call into the grave.