I
Clip not my wings
When I fly I sing
Even if you can’t hear
You’ll see me there
II
Break not my wings
You know not what I can bring
Just throw me high
And help me fly
III
Ingrates abound
But I blow grateful sounds
Just give me a nudge
And keep watch
IV
There are many gods
Who watch my daily gourds
Even if I hide
They know hands which pours inside
V
So do it for you
And see what God can do
Strengthen my wings
And you will be visited by heavenly kings
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 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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