Bring back the sun oh gods
How I long to feel its heat
Its menacing gaze of warmth
that lightens my every burden
Its piercing and seeking eye
that overlooks in idle contempt.
Bring back that gift on my land
So my cold battered skin and soul
may bathe in its midday sweats
So these lungs of mine may rest
in the comfort of the golden rays
that adorn the land from dawn.
Bring back that eminence of smiles
And hear my humble plea of need
the cry of this prodigal son of yours
who seeks after the wisdom of men
who has hopped for hope and chance
and landed on cold feet with cold hands.
Cold Feet - Kwadwo Oteng Owusu
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