The Brave
Blood of the brave
More you grow, the more you seem to stay the same
See the time mows you and your aims feel the same.
Folks come and go; they don't seem to give a damn
You would sell your soul to not be the kid of shame.
Time passes and exhausts you, your soul is dying
You feel the burn of misery and your heart weeps
Your dreams are fading, yet you try
Somehow, to overcome pain and its whip…
And you live day to day
Search in vain a way
Between an unchanging past, a present of damages
And the hope of a better future, my Homage
Here comes the day.
Be my hero, the man who started from zero
To showing the way of not being a social zero
From the huts and the wood that forge you brain
None of your suffering will be in vain
Weave your dream nest and wait
Copyright © Ibrahima Diaby | Year Posted 2015
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