Mandela
...... Mandela, where others ducked he stood tall
Where others crawled, with his head high, he walked
And where everyone else walked, he showed we could even fly
So high, we could dwell among the stars......
THE ROAD HOME
Be gone for a day, Be gone forever, The road home never forgets. She is sometimes beautiful, and sometimes ugly And sometimes she is both Depending on the memories she holds She changes her shade like a chameleon She is fair with her scores In both our wins and losses Like the sun shines on all irrespective Turn in her direction The nostalgia will pour in Like the intoxication of a cheap strong rum The road back home Is the only road that leads us back to our thoughts
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