The Hope I Kept
Thanks to all friends
Brothers and sisters
We said it earlier
We are a family
The positive bonds
May they stand forever
In the world of sorrow
We stand together
To heal each other, in times of grief
Do not grief brother
Come down
Cool,
Sit here on my knees
Do not cry, for the past memories are gone
I understand my sister
Your beloved brother had died
Take heart, one day we shall meet
I know it pains, but kindly take heart
On that golden moment
When the trumpet starts sounding
We will see him,
Sat at the golden sit
Together, we shall warmly join each other
Francis Omariba
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