The Song That Never Comes
(Original: Dec 5, 2018)
Victory sits on a distant horizon,
And the song of triumph never hums.
The spirit fights a jagged battle,
While the body succumbs.
The Lord commands: Thou shalt not sin,
Not in the deed, nor in the thought.
But the mind is weak, the flesh is thin,
And the battles are lost as soon as fought.
Who is man, and who is woman?
Walking blind toward the flame.
Will the misery ever pass?
Does the suffering have a name?
The fires explode, the spirit lives,
We stumble on, and God forgives.
It is so hard,
Waiting for the melody
That never arrives.
The heart is exiled,
The soul screams out,
Begging the silence: Where are the answers?
A billion thoughts collide,
A riot in the brain,
Too many wasted years.
The Left is lost, the West is gone,
Dear Mama Africa, do we belong?
O God, scrub the stain from my skin,
Let my tears be the river that takes me in.
Dear God, I am sorry.
I let you down,
Every day.
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