I stand on a little mountain
Surrounded by so many huge mountains
Some with openings showing many a beautiful fountain
I tried but lost the countings
All shout to be looked and booked
I sit, stand, try running
But realise I am rooted
Until I choose, my running is no running
Imagine all shouting “We are the root to the messiah”
All with writings mostly trampling on my desire
All fighting against each other
Yet preaching peace which does not make me like one or the other
God up above
I’m saying you’re up above
Because that is all they have in common
Get this heart out of this commotion
Hold my hand and lead the way
Take me through the right path
Whatever it is, I’ll give you my say
When you hold my hand and lead the way.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014