What makes smile
When I see the night sky
and the shimmering stars,
an everlasting hope
shines through my heart.
And when the day breaks
and the birds sing,
I finally rest—
free from my weary soul.
When I see the flickering lamps
in the city of the dead—I smile,
for I know one day I shall behold my loved ones
and hold them once more in silver light.
O, how can I forget?
When the wind passes by,
I hear them smile.
Then I know—we will all be free,
and this pain shall be over:
everlasting love, to everlasting peace.
Copyright © Bismark Finley Mensah | Year Posted 2025
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