Lover of loneliness!
Lover of restlessness!
Where are you?
Come O! come to me
And rid me of my company.
Will the sun still charm my eyes
With her light and starry smile?
Will the night still spring from the deep
With sweet tales on his ancient lips?
Will happiness still kiss me,
With all her longing sighs?
Will joy still hold my youthful hands
And take me to the realm of laughter?
Will peace still dance around me,
Like the days of old?
Or will I become a lonely and old
Flower until the day I wither and die?
All I see is doom, knocking on my door,
With thunder and lightning in tow,
And when I look closely,
I catch a glimpse of sorrow
In her rustling skirt of black.
O! Woven light of Zion,
Where are you?
O! Ivory daughters of mine,
Come and save me,
Before my songs of hope are lost.
© Okunola Peace.
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