Tuesday, 20 August 2019

Herd

Never was part of the herd
Preferring only his voice to be heard

Never was in the class a nerd
Imagination free as a bird

Never chased fame and a glorified name
Never was part of that game

Grafting always on a different scene
Hear about him the unseen

Vices and crises obstacles to the path
In the depth of the nights
Turn to Him in tears, beads and pray