THE SPOKEN WORDS

This journey is lonely as an island.
I will carry my fire to hell to warm myself.
Picture me in 6 feet,
Love me now while I'm still here,
Coz heaven is our residence.
My heart in Afghanistan,
Like no smile on my face.

Last word to speak,
Last voice to scream.

I'm a child of God,
I fear no man but myself.
On my knees to give thanks,
Coz I feel blessed.
I'm like the light in the darkness,
Let them be light.

Last word to speak,
Last voice to scream.

© Makaziwe Gotyana