How long must a lone soul roam the solitude glades
Before he could find the one he really loves
How many wrong hands must our learning hands hold
Before we find that one with whom our dreams are safe
When walking the plains of this life
How many traitors must the heart trust
Before it sees the grave in the sands of love
How many Judas's kiss
Must caress the innocent chicks
When will the well of our tears dry up
And fade into silence as if it were never there?
Will that day come
When before all our prayers will answered
Will the time come
When no arching heart will beat no more
What promises are there
Concealed in the rags of time.
Will there really come a time
When will mankind know no fears?
© Olatuja Oloyede
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