The Arrival
Hungry for things not offered by reality
Movement eventually ceased
Every will and every desire succumbed to
Except yours
Indeed it was not your own enemies that brought on your defeat
It was fear
As soon as the baton touched the sweat of our palms
We knew what had to be achieved
Nothing that had been unseen
But everything that has not yet been realised
Movement eventually ceased
Every will and every desire succumbed to
Except yours
Indeed it was not your own enemies that brought on your defeat
It was fear
As soon as the baton touched the sweat of our palms
We knew what had to be achieved
Nothing that had been unseen
But everything that has not yet been realised
Credits
Writer(s): Hugh Ozumba
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