Lost Souls
As i attempt to make my mark in this lifetime Let me not dread the little whisper of failure May these precious feet be bold, never to fall In the wake of desire, may it always be for gold In the pursuit of fertile lands, shall i prosper May i not slumber, may i not let the cards fold In the land where all hope is burnt in the veld May the glorious smoke create a pretty rainbow As we fail to find a lamp in the thick of the night Our eye shall become that of a night predator May the future be pregnant with endless hope May the sun and stars continue to give light For how long shall we fear to dream? These dreams have become our worst enemy Shall we continue to mourn for the long lost? In the presence of nothingness, we are all lost Will there be a light at the end of the tunnel? Like the predators, we make darkness a friend Mbie