One day my sky will open
And there’ll be no burden
I’ll hear sweet sounds
From angelic mouths
And all my pains will run
One day my sky will open
And eat up all my mountains
It’ll quench my thirst
And dry my sea
To give me way to travel
One day my sky will open
And I’ll see no fuming clouds
He’ll lift me high
Above the sky
And my storms will sadly run
One day my sky will open
And he will throw a ladder
I’ll climb above
And sleep in rest
And escape from this hot oven
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014
Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)
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