to higher hearing of the Head,
and made up a whole decision
where were you?
When the blood became bold
By building a body hated
When the boundaries of love and hate were broken
Where were you in that time?
When the spear never feared the soul,
When the special ones were slained,
Leaving sad and sorrow hearts
Where were you for sure?
When the tears became rivers,
In the eyes of the poor orphans.
When the crying was the only voice
that could be heard, where were you?
When I looked for you that long time,
Where were you my dear?
As I have not stopped looking for you
Would you tell me where you were?
THIS WAS COMPOSED BY SANDRA KARIGIRWA LOVE YOU ALL.
Note: At age 11, Sandra Karigirwa was orphaned by the Rwandan genocide and when she met me in 1999, she just decided to adopt meand now considers me as her father. I am honoured by this beautiful girl and love her dearly.
Gordon Nicol 27th May 2006
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