There's a still looking bay
Like he can't sink a tree away
And this pain would not set us free
Teary eyes would not make us see
Sadness and joy never concentrate
Spinning blindly like a blade of eight
Gbenga, the guy with a comical head
I am dying to believe you are dead
Families, hope you are not feeling lone?
Friends, This life is not worth betting on
We're healed and afterwards we're unfit
And I know it hits deeper when one sit
I know you're just one mile ahead farer
I'm sad it happened, I'm happy it's not over
Adeboye is not dead for any cause,
He is just living the stage before us.
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