SONGS FROM MY SOUL

(For all the poor, homeless and orphaned children)

This violin is my pen, I am the player..
I use this tune to ink my teary words..
I peel my haunted soul each layer..
As I make my song on these chords..
See not my tears as salt waters..
They are but rivers of seasoned grief..
They flow from me, for sons and daughters..
Silent but pregnant with unbirthed grief..
I have seen thirst standing in the river..
Hungry I've been, standing in the barn..
Where some have smiled, there I quiver..
Orphan I am, I look for my father's arm..
I slow no tune to make you somnolent..
But my voice shall tear down walls..
I am a knight, I string my lance, my
instrument..
Listen! A needy soul, for help, he calls..

By Ikirigo Jerrypet, Edited by Adedoyin Adetutu

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