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Nothing Is Missing, By: Samuel Okereke

March 6, 2025 by Samuel Okereke

Nothing Is Missing, By: Samuel Okereke

Let us drive
Let the distant bright light be our navigation

Windows down
Breeze my doubts away

Volume up
I will sing my heart away
They called us fools
Yet they’re not free
Bondage in their own shackles

In our steps
Let us hurry as though angels are waiting

Take me to where the light shines the brightest
And let me play with clay till I am worn out and tired

As I lay
Don’t wipe the dirt off my hair

Nothing is missing
I am whole

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