Imaobong Igwe Biography

Now that my die is cast
I Must make heaven my case
Though it seems am lost
I must take up my cross
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Through life across the narrow gate
Where dreams are drain
And vision strings
The life we live
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Our eyes watching the sky above
Our souls we pour to the one we love
With tribute to the one that saves
In a short while our Lord we'd served
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The Songs of my lass i remember them not.
The Voice of my youth are all gone with the winds.
We all once filled with prig.
Tones, tales and thoughts all gone with the rain
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