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When the time shall come for me to wine at the feet of my ancestors,
weep not!
For I'm going to be laid to rest from this sorrowful world,
Fret not!
Cause am not going anytime soon,
Living under the oath of long life.

The one who begot the being i called papa,
has gone ahead to make me a beautiful home.
If you ever search for me in a place where I used to,
but no trace of my breathing,
Weary not!
Smile, here in our memories lives my spirit.

For my sake break forth into singing,
have run a race of an impact.
My regret was not knowing my worth sooner,
Alas! I will go home as a princess,
Who wear her glory crown above her head.

Prepared for the day when home shall call unto me,
Indeed! I know it will be a glorious day.

©preshpen