Let tears drop not,
Let no skin feels any pain,
But let us look at the pains we emanate.
Why do we make what we can�t keep?
O! Where is the heart that loved?
For nine months we bear the pains
Only to abandon like a waste-bin.
What shall we tell our Maker?
That His free gift to us
Have found love in a strange four walls
Were a thought of reality are the hearts
That might never found forgiveness.
But I smile for a home have erased tears
And comfort has found a new song.
We shall sing for freedom,
We shall dance for joy,
For the stone which the builders rejected,
Shall one day sat among tables,
That the Kings bouquet host.
�Nsikak Andrew, 4th December, 2007 & 18th January, 2008