So When

Its a blurred image of my wish So deeply buried I wish it resurrects as fast From those thorns of impracticalities my bones fears to tend When shall that day be, real, true A song above the cries of the "Bata" drums, to shout joy For my birth into a courage, that I lost all this age Oh Sovi Agbade, god of the thunderous laughter's Let it flow into my heart and punish my weak ego Now! Yes, from the olden stocks, i am born Risen to the call of the dawn criers ogene That calls me to tend the land, for the seasons seeds of sweats Aye! I shall respond and on guard long before This day of this age To claim my lost glory, from the drown fate My trampled destiny, today we part communion For my new image awaits at the outskirt. Now!