Lost
A song to the ones who are lost
A song to the victims of war
A song to the souls that have lost
sense of self to canons of war.
Ọlálékan!
I remain a married virgin
I am the widowed bride
That awaits the coming of her groom
Will my dusk never cease?
Will my night bring no bliss?
Olalekan!
You are but the dusk
The Taurus dusk,
That confined me to celibate vows
Are you gone or lost?
Have you licked the dust? Will my dawn never come?
On the once green hills now turned plains
Where their chaotic fireballs kissed the dust
Their barks stiffened sucklings to death
The mournful pleas turned on deaf ears
You sought succour for your newlywed
But their piercing dart hits the bullseye
The conjugal drums played amorous dirge
Their destructive tambourines did fireworks
See, dancing massacred bodies with their ubiquitous presence
But Olalekan did not dance with them
Ọlálékan, you disappeared.
Where are you, my love?
The Virgin cried on her wedding night
The Virgin cried for the dawn
Is my dawn forever lost?
Ọlálékan!
You were my dawn.
You are my dusk.
Would the gong rather not proclaim your demise?
Than the wait for a lost one
Come, my love!
Come be my dawn!
I wait in my Chantilly gown
Till at long I no longer can.
I remain a married virgin
I am the widowed bride
That awaits the coming of her groom
Will my dusk never cease?
Will my night bring no bliss?
Olalekan!
You are but the dusk
The Taurus dusk,
That confined me to celibate vows
Are you gone or lost?
Have you licked the dust? Will my dawn never come?
On the once green hills now turned plains
Where their chaotic fireballs kissed the dust
Their barks stiffened sucklings to death
The mournful pleas turned on deaf ears
You sought succour for your newlywed
But their piercing dart hits the bullseye
The conjugal drums played amorous dirge
Their destructive tambourines did fireworks
See, dancing massacred bodies with their ubiquitous presence
But Olalekan did not dance with them
Ọlálékan, you disappeared.
Where are you, my love?
The Virgin cried on her wedding night
The Virgin cried for the dawn
Is my dawn forever lost?
Ọlálékan!
You were my dawn.
You are my dusk.
Would the gong rather not proclaim your demise?
Than the wait for a lost one
Come, my love!
Come be my dawn!
I wait in my Chantilly gown
Till at long I no longer can.
Hope to the ones who have lost
Hope to the victims of war
Hope to the loved ones of the lost
Who live in anticipation of their return.
(Image Credit: The Internet)
Hope to the victims of war
Hope to the loved ones of the lost
Who live in anticipation of their return.
(Image Credit: The Internet)