The night has chosen me
To lead it's army
To bring down the storm
The storm that takes the good souls
Which sleeps happily
And faded every decade
So sweet to be forgotten
The moon has smiled onto me
And the sun has danced joyously
The winds makes the trees sway
While the tree waves to every single soul that comes its way
Mother has taken the herbs that heal
To cure the wounded individuals who suffer tremendously
My heart burns like the sun
My soul seems to want to rest
But at the same time, gladdens my heart and lifts my spirit which has refused to sleep in peace
I hope mother comes home soon
Lest I fall asleep forever
But if I do, the wounded souls will be affected
I pray I don't sleep yet, for the sake of mother, father and the dog.
Written by Nwobegu Lorita