The Battle Will of Ashes
Return my ashes home,but first take me to my
father's compound where my bravery was formed.
For this is it,I was born for this papa,Isn't this
ashes of mine beautiful mama?
Let every one know I am back home again
sister,and brother fight no bullies in my sake no
more
Take me down the street in mama's finest pot,and
to the town's square where I use to fight and play,
Ricky is my friend,why don't you let him have some
ashes?Let him show it to the downtown gang I am
still around
Paint the town in my ashes and tell my girl Bisi not
to wash it with her tears.
You can blow me into the air as well,but warn the
breeze of life never to take me out of the land
again.
Kazeem Musa olawale.
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