I fly high

Written by: Leslie Nii Tete Annan

You cannot match me, Kite You lack the strength for this height. I am a shooting star From you I am very far To you Grace has long gone And for that she blesses none. In your heart you sore Envying me as I soar Can Fortune be this blind, Her oil gropes, my head to find? No, Fortune still knows me And she will surely fetch me. Even the dark Chasm Clinches fast to Fatalism When I only pass by And even avoid her eye. Me back you cannot hold My greatness is well foretold Oh how huge a labor This grand greatness I savor!