Precious Rib
I languished in pool of pains
I sat the brook of tears
Oh my rib; do I submit to creed?
The tribal bridge couldn’t have barred me
Look up oh precious rib
Behold the serene climate
Stand firm oh rib; hold firm
Sail the stormy ship with me
I saw the cloud assembled
So I became resolute to walk the rain
Does that mean you never saw it?
The range land is near
Break the cord of tribe and creed
Weary not your heart
Stand firm oh rib; hold firm
Copyright © Alupogun-Iran Adeolu | Year Posted 2011
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