Shall we meet in the new home?
When the old memories are fade
When the cold is warm
When no more cries heard
There will be no surprise
No sunset and sunrise
My dear I am travelling home
The plane is ready
It is now time
No more to wait
I might miss the flight
Since I am afraid
This world is not my cage
Heaven is my home
I hear the angels call from the gate
That voice such awesome
I do not want to miss the treasure
Therein is a permanent leisure
I'm Travelling Home
Francis Omariba
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