Behold the world he made
The lives he created
Outside the night
In his image where we formed
Twisted and stubborn
Cracking the wind to give us life,
Like a surgeon in the theatre.
Life we got,
Bringing the anxiety undefined
For let my voice clap their hands
As more louder sounds to heaven are cast,
For under the cover of the moonlight
shall my songs of joy be heard
and in trance shall men trend toward the
Intricate of the magic maze of my voice.
For treasure,thou art woman
I have done it a thousand times before
And i will do it a million times again
For the jovial bride wept flood of joy to he who appreciated the treble of her soul.
Dreams beyond dreams
Our echoes roll from soul to soul
Cheerful-creeping in the early day as shown the excitement of our heart
For my voice will pass from age to age to the surgeon who made us
To all:women are neccessary good for himself he has formed us.
COMPOSED BY:DEBORAH BADA
2ND PRIZE WINNER CEDARS OF PASSION POEM COMPETITION 2010.
