She was a winner on God's ship
Went astray like a lost sheep
Now u can hear her weep from the devil’s whip
The lord had ordered her steps, but like a broken rudder, she would not steer
She was blinded by the world, like a permanent stare at the sun’s glare
Everywhere that there was darkness, you were sure to find her there
Feels that nobody cares; the pain is too much for her to bear
She was unshakeable like a tree, but like a piece of paper, now she would easily tear
How she longs for the voice from above that was always so near
She was clothed with heavenly riches, now she’s covered in dirt
Now she promises to listen and not to ever turn a deaf ear
A little more time she pleads, only if she could get out of here
But now its too late
Prince S. Akinsanya '09
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