Last Song
THE LAST SONG
The beat to this song is clear but the words are faint
The lyrics are heavy I can't afford saying they are written in my heart with indelible paint
If I keep quite it will cause immeasurable pain
Should I join choir and sing like I was sent, should I worship like a saint
Should I talk about sin or should I narrate the things I have seen
Should I shout like nuts knowing am completely sane
But this song is so real I can feel it healing my broken soul
I have a feeling this song has broken the glass ceiling and I am sailing as I witness the the great healing
Families will reunite to listen to this song
Orphans will identify with this song
I can't be wrong because it's been long just reminiscing on this song
Song of broken hearts and broken souls, broken huts and broken homes
Splattered pieces and broken wholes
It's about pills and portions evoking fake emotions, this song is about white girls and black alike
Many faces white and black facism, young and old people fighting racism
This song is about martyrs who grew tired of autocracy and got retired early
The beats are hard symbolic of the struggle
The words are soft and consoling
This song is like fire burning
This song is like pepper itching I keep running and running
But it dwelth in me
This song is not racist
This song is tribe all
This song is beautiful not sinful, its clear to the artist
Unclear to the atheists it's true to the course
This song is about Christ going through assault to save us all
This is the last song that was last sought by prophets and philosophers
Jesus, caessars, Socrates...
This song is the last song of a lost soul.
Copyright © Samuel Sikanga | Year Posted 2018
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