Sounds of a thousand miles bless me Companion of life abides with me Shield of the time harbours me Lake of the waters wash me Thought of The Gone, away from me Memories of The past be stored.
Let’s talk about today, Leave tomorrow aside The problem we face only the elders can say But the opportunities we’ve missed, only the young can create The little ones left aside by the mothers Could be better off a step away from others Sons find it difficult in providing for their family While a lot was provided by the Fathers.
The better days are gone they say Well maybe the better people are gone But what about the descendants? The fight on blood is dried leaving the younger ones like slaves.
Our fathers bestowed upon us the spirit of survival But what is survival when we keep suffering Even in d hardest time, we vent but never fight Run away just to see another day Why run when we are all not going to make it if it get worst Though it is worst but there are still more worst coming.
Finally i say ancestors of our time dwell with me. Derazyajah Titled “The voices in me”