Like a butterfly perching on a thousand waters Like a stolen feather from an Angel
Like red tears pouring down from my eyes
Like a skin that can no longer bleed
Like a sheep that has lost his shepherd
Among many nations
You have carved my name on the lips of many strangers
You have declared my end when my life just began
Like a vision that is as faint as air
Like a King that is yet to rule
For I have become a slave to injustice
On the bath of oppression
You have dared me to wash my body
Yet while I knell down to pray to you
Men gather to tempt me for a fight
How can I fight a battle that is already lost?
For I refuse to soak my heart in the lake of wickedness
For I would wait patiently for your mighty hands to lift me up
Oh God, you are my only redemption
In you, my victory shall be everlasting.
Harry Omoregie
