On the path that was straight and lonely..
One met one,just on the road truely..
At the crossroad,leading to the same destination..
We met, when the blues was turning imagination..
Mysterious,Mysterious,is the cry of the owl..
Our meeting at the crossroad was awesome to behold..
Though the trees bowed to the union..
The birds on them sings to its honour..
We still need to realize,that is still the path..
Where we only meet to part..
I met you..
You met me..
At the crossroad where the dry leaves rule..
And where our joy was still there full..
The stars and the moon in the sky..
May appear in the sky at the same time..
But no matter how long they tarry..
They still have to meet to part..
Goodbye my friend..
Goodbye my friend..
Meeting at the point of two ways..
Is the reason for us to pray..
To meet one day to stay..
But for now my friend,goodbye..
Because,we only meet to part.....
......Dedicated 2 my beloved friend who slept in the Lord on d 17th of February 2011... I remember u today dearest Mohammed Umar Ayiki (M.Ayiki)... Cos 2day marks d fourth year i heard u were gone... I will forever miss u....