Somedays I cry
Somedays I cry seeing the joy of my offspring knowing one day I'll die,
anxious to to see my future and go beyond the sky.
Somedays I cry
like a river I've been running to my dream, in search of a sound peace to flow like a stream.
Somedays I cry.
Somedays I cry
I've nurtured this body only for it to turn to dust,
My name will be remembered with things of the past.
Somedays I cry
Somedays I cry
When the final curtain is closed, I'll remember the days of old, I visualised the tears of those I mattered to the most, my presence will be of a ghost.
Somedays I cry.
Written by
Jones AWUAH
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