By Eru Kobe Godwin
Through scars we came
A lost Origin
In tears we reign
A tale with no beginning
In dreams we find solace
The darkness came with hope
Tributaries of pain
We ran from the beacon of worries
A House far from home
We knew not the presence of a Father
Like a pack of lost wolves we roam
For food, shelter and fire
Our journey is been etched on our skin
We may lose the fight
But in our quiet hearts we win
A dusty book, a broken Harp
Symphony from an empty hall
Like clothing’s we wrap
Oh! Sorry why linger so long
A Tourniquet for the children, of a fading song
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