Stand, brave soldier
In the face of this abyss,
Where lives and dreams come near
To death and hope amiss.
Stand, brave soldier,
Relinquish that fear by a kiss.
Now let us all a youthful army
Given to the swells and tide
Of emotions, sorrowfully merry
Upon providence’s betide,
Lay siege to tomorrow.
Stand, brave soldier,
Lay to rest pain and sorrow,
In the face of this abyss,
Where lives and dreams come near
To death and hope amiss.
Emeka doesn’t like to talk about himself in the third-person, he thinks it’s weird and uncomfortable. So Emeka will stop now… but before then, you should know Emeka is a disciple of Jesus. I find solace in the recluse of sagely contemplations; to make meaning of knowledge. Is youth wasted on the young? Or wisdom on the old? A mystery…
