Life The Song
By Lawrence Mathebula •
I love the plain,
Things, people find them vain
Colourless my full flowers
At last, that song is ours;
A melody of the soul,
The healing vibraphone
My lyrics after it ,follow
And yours will come,tomorrow
Listening, I shall be there
While earthly creatures hear,
The inspiring song
Of day and night, prolong
Life that song, a refrain
Of ourselves, we play
These Lyre strings, always
That song, be full and wane.