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Under the skies I live my days  By the choices of

Under the skies
I live my days 
By the choices of others 
I am guided through 
The hours decreasing into minutes 
Appreciating the lesser things 
Cos the higher things 
Are above my height 

Under the sun I run
Running errands to and fro
Under the sun I work
Working till my back hurts 
Under the sun I play
Playing till my sweat pours
To soak my body and my cloths
Because I am a child
A child of the scorching sun

Under the moon I sit
To receive wisdom from the old
Under the moon I sit
To hear the "Ananse" tales
Under the moon I play
Playing till I yawn and stretch
Because I am a child
A child of the luminous moon

Under the stars I stand
To count the uncountable
Under the shooting stars I stand
To make for myself a wish
Under the stars I bound
Bound with strangers, family and friends
Because I am a child 
A child of the hanging stars

By the river 
I am not to question it's source
I watch and admire its beauty 
While it meanders through the 
Valleys and hills into the unknown 
Its fishes swim and play 
Whilst I stare 

The child I am 
Constantly walking in the footprints 
Of others 

I am a child   #thechildIam
Under the skies
I live my days 
By the choices of others 
I am guided through 
The hours decreasing into minutes 
Appreciating the lesser things 
Cos the higher things 
Are above my height 

Under the sun I run
Running errands to and fro
Under the sun I work
Working till my back hurts 
Under the sun I play
Playing till my sweat pours
To soak my body and my cloths
Because I am a child
A child of the scorching sun

Under the moon I sit
To receive wisdom from the old
Under the moon I sit
To hear the "Ananse" tales
Under the moon I play
Playing till I yawn and stretch
Because I am a child
A child of the luminous moon

Under the stars I stand
To count the uncountable
Under the shooting stars I stand
To make for myself a wish
Under the stars I bound
Bound with strangers, family and friends
Because I am a child 
A child of the hanging stars

By the river 
I am not to question it's source
I watch and admire its beauty 
While it meanders through the 
Valleys and hills into the unknown 
Its fishes swim and play 
Whilst I stare 

The child I am 
Constantly walking in the footprints 
Of others 

I am a child   #thechildIam