olorodeleke

Take me high  On the mountain top Please do and do Before this wind leads me down. Life oh life, Joy today, sorrow tomorrow. That the village people get the credit. Non knows when to be freed from This dungeon we're made to be. Even the sacred is not a place of rest. Yet we all hope to see the better days When our lads are in glorious cannabis And aged in bourbon for joy to lay. Dear Divine, Arise to our aid  For this hell is too hot to bear Has your second coming come and gone? No, I know it's yet to come What then will be the fate of sinners That are resident here at your coming Send to us now our Moses Not as one we made in power in foolishness. Before we're consumed by hunger. © olorunleke olorode

BUBBLES OF LOVE Ruminating beyond the sorrow that has invaded our hearts, This we dare not but to nurture. I've found a love, yes I've found it in its prime. Not base on the frequent quest that all boobs are doom. But for mercy has made me found. In her eyes is the bubbles of love. But that of Delilah I can't yet foreseen. This our men have sailed to make their journey to hell. And in failed fullfil promises their brides are gone. This I can't do to her and being mindful of. For no vow must be laid for uncertain future. Had this our men do that no heartbreak will reign. Hear me well my queen. In all righteousness I'm done to rest my head,  On your breasts for a million years. But we dare not question fate. This most never knew that suicide is their worth. Wipe the tears off your face. Fervent prayers of the righteous avail much. That we spend our gray as new found love. © Olorunleke olorode.

I can't imagine the cry ranged from my eyes Sweeping the floor like a flood. This non can imagine to be our lot. Despite all hands on deck for success to make Non can tell of how fate has thus loots us Adiye nlagun, iyere nikoje Can our days at tertiary be a waste? No, I mean never. Yet we celebrate the warming ass years after graduation But their sons a greater hope is laid While we at this end our strength put them in power Four years come and gone Our yoke daily compounds upon our glutton. That that which laid in us as of the Greek. We dare not enforce Gbogbo wa tije dodo akole sododo This thousand generations will benefit Less their eyes and consciousness are brought back No place of refuge to hope in our God For in all our yoke do compound in their sermons and acts. Our gracious God we pray you to restore us As that of the Samaria. © Olorunleke olorode