She keeps coming to me
Yes, she gracefully comes to me
Beautifully adorned with pearls of hope
So bright I will not have to grope
Tomorrow never dies
Tomorrow is always alive
Full of hope and possibilities
Where I rise above today's impossibilities
Where the horizon never ends
Where my yesterday, today and forever blends
She waits for me beyond the horizon
And I fly into the horizon
A glorious unicorn, for I gained in the midst of pain
Tomorrow will come tomorrow and we will conquer again
Written by Ozioma Ogbaji
Wednesday, 18 March 2015
TODAY BY OZIOMA OGBAJI
I feel light and free
My hair caressed by the breeze
If ever there was a day so magical
Full of life so bright and beautiful
Today is that day
Let the chains of yesterday break away
Today I rise up in glory
Today continues my story
I rise like a Phoenix reborn from yesterday's ashes
Beautifully clothed in red satin sashes
As glorious as the Pegasus on Mount Olympus
I am exploring today like Columbus
I rise, I soar in my magical glory and splendour
And today keeps coming to me in all her grandeur
Written by Ozioma Ogbaji
My hair caressed by the breeze
If ever there was a day so magical
Full of life so bright and beautiful
Today is that day
Let the chains of yesterday break away
Today I rise up in glory
Today continues my story
I rise like a Phoenix reborn from yesterday's ashes
Beautifully clothed in red satin sashes
As glorious as the Pegasus on Mount Olympus
I am exploring today like Columbus
I rise, I soar in my magical glory and splendour
And today keeps coming to me in all her grandeur
Written by Ozioma Ogbaji
YESTERDAY BY OZIOMA OGBAJI
A beautiful memory, a pleasant history
A place where painful pleasure, savoury
Yet distasteful resides
Yesterday I was wrong but I still got along
I had my victories within her but now she is gone
She left me confused
Did I push her away?
Should I hold on? Should I make her stay?
Like a dying man holding onto his last breath
I hold fast to her length and breadth
But she slips away late at night, out of my failing grip
She waves goodbye as I slowly let her slip
Yesterday is gone, I suddenly feel light and free
I feel light and free, this must be how it was meant to be
Written by Ozioma Ogbaji
A place where painful pleasure, savoury
Yet distasteful resides
Yesterday I was wrong but I still got along
I had my victories within her but now she is gone
She left me confused
Did I push her away?
Should I hold on? Should I make her stay?
Like a dying man holding onto his last breath
I hold fast to her length and breadth
But she slips away late at night, out of my failing grip
She waves goodbye as I slowly let her slip
Yesterday is gone, I suddenly feel light and free
I feel light and free, this must be how it was meant to be
Written by Ozioma Ogbaji
AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL By;Esther Esuga
The voyage of life and the pleasant furnace
Wondereth why tis trials and what significance
Thou heareth voices
Strange, disheartening voices
Not knowing the path to discern
seeing the failure in man's design
And we blame ourselves for the blunder
As we reminisce and ponder
Like our hearts stutter
Asking the salient questions no one heareth
When does help ever cometh
Alas
A Gabriel in the pureness of his apparel rises
Holding a scroll of elated tidings
Its colorful and its bright
You shall attain the great height
written By; Esther Esuga
Wondereth why tis trials and what significance
Thou heareth voices
Strange, disheartening voices
Not knowing the path to discern
seeing the failure in man's design
And we blame ourselves for the blunder
As we reminisce and ponder
Like our hearts stutter
Asking the salient questions no one heareth
When does help ever cometh
Alas
A Gabriel in the pureness of his apparel rises
Holding a scroll of elated tidings
Its colorful and its bright
You shall attain the great height
written By; Esther Esuga
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