Raps of guns fill the air
Bridesmaid and groom are in the midst of a new life
Red liquids surrounds each corner
Pastor is sprinting for his life
They’ve become one fresh
But where is the house to call home?
Uncle leaves the keys to the farm house
“Start your new life here” he says
Groom’s view is blind to living in a chaotic country
DRC: The place of his birth and childhood
The only way to make a living is going somewhere
He journeys to an exotic country on feet
Bridesmaid and groom have become singles
They are split like ice glaciers
No sun between the two to feel the warmth
Life has become a desert
No signs of rain of blessings seems to show any symptoms
Their voices have no communication
But there’s still a teardrop of hope between the two
That God is a waymaker
Groom is burdened with a mountain
It makes her slower than a snail
A boat comes to her rescue
It leads her with no sight of direction
The destination is among foreigners
Who seem to speak gibberish
Two days of walking leave her half dead
She collapse on the church’s door
Groom’s living as become physically happy
But inside is dreading for a touch
The ongoing rain storms makes it worse
He receives a rapid call that almost shut down his store
He throws the phone down like it burned his hands
He feels a sudden peace and joy he hasn’t felt for two gruesome years
He runs faster than a car
He’s dripping in fine fresh rain
The hospital looks like paradise
He rushes in and his hit with a weight load of tears
Tears of joy
Bridesmaid brought him a present
They’ve become three
No longer singles but parents.
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Raps of guns fill the air
Bridesmaid and groom are in the midst of a new life
Red liquids surrounds each corner
Pastor is sprinting for his life
They’ve become one fresh
But where is the house to call home?
Uncle leaves the keys to the farm house
“Start your new life here” he says
Groom’s view is blind to living in a chaotic country
DRC: The place of his birth and childhood
The only way to make a living is going somewhere
He journeys to an exotic country on feet
Bridesmaid and groom have become singles
They are split like ice glaciers
No sun between the two to feel the warmth
Life has become a desert
No signs of rain of blessings seems to show any symptoms
Their voices have no communication
But there’s still a teardrop of hope between the two
That God is a waymaker
Groom is burdened with a mountain
It makes her slower than a snail
A boat comes to her rescue
It leads her with no sight of direction
The destination is among foreigners
Who seem to speak gibberish
Two days of walking leave her half dead
She collapse on the church’s door
Groom’s living as become physically happy
But inside is dreading for a touch
The ongoing rain storms makes it worse
He receives a rapid call that almost shut down his store
He throws the phone down like it burned his hands
He feels a sudden peace and joy he hasn’t felt for two gruesome years
He runs faster than a car
He’s dripping in fine fresh rain
The hospital looks like paradise
He rushes in and his hit with a weight load of tears
Tears of joy
Bridesmaid brought him a present
They’ve become three
No longer singles but parents.
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