NOT YOURS TO SELL (IN SONG)

As the waters flow

Under loads so low

As tree leaves dance

In higher glance

Stop the hawk and sell

All sympathies quell

Ring happy, happy bells

 

CHORUS

We are fire

Here on hire

Our greed is desire

Which is pain’s lair

We are birds

Without beds

Flying to doom

Oblivion, oblivion is in loom

 

II

No need to grab a seat

In your feet deceit

Grab a working coat

And carve a life boat

For when the storms are high

No hands will fall from sky

Never, never leave your future dry

 

CHORUS

We are fire

Here on hire

Our greed is desire

Which is pain’s lair

We are birds

Without beds

Flying to doom

Oblivion, oblivion is in loom

 

III

Sing to make it ring

Cling to make it fling

Life is a standing pole

Beneath is a hungry bowl

You are your climbing tool

Don’t be a fear-stuck fool

Fall, fall, fall when you tire in desire

CHORUS

We are fire

Here on hire

Our greed is desire

Which is pain’s lair

We are birds

Without beds

Flying to doom

Oblivion, oblivion is in loom

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © October 25, 2016

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s