The Hand That Built My Paradise
Breathing but not living
satisfied but still hungry
In a heart of selfless leaving
This welter turn history
Some slept, slept and slept
Blaming the innocent rain
How an egg roughly kept
Will pay bills and bring gain
My only sister and surrogate mother
Felt the anger of this weather
Joy and time you sacrificed
Built me my Paradise
Forgotten your struggling past
So I could ride on a golden Horse
Forgotten your stressful past
So we could dwell on the greenish shores
Be bless, where you are
Unique! That's who you are
Rest in peace
The hand that built my Paradise
Gilbert Sordebabari
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