Battle for souls I heard some noise coming into my ear The echoes of a dying souls Are whispers on the wind A mournful song, A horn of sounds like thorns aloud, Their noiseful resilience are swifter than leopard, Souls of infants yet a dying flesh, As a once lost wonderer, I gaze ear in listening The memories that once burned bright are fading like the light from a dropping star, So let the echoes from my past guide my step into this redemption, And let this fading memories last still, till I reach the cross Till eternity have I vowed Christ to be witnessed Joshua Olagunju ©2023
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