[male vocals] Tempo:
Slow,
reflective)(
Instrumentation:
Fingerpicked
acoustic
guitar
and
a
sorrowful,
crying
solo
violin)
I
found
an
old
notebook
from
our
secondary
school
daysBefore
the
world
grew
up
and
parted
our
waysBack
when
we
sat
in
those
hot
rooms
in
Asaba,
writing
for
JAMBStaring
at
the
chalkboard,
trying
to
be
the
man.
Now
the
desk
is
empty,
the
ink
has
dried
up
grayAnd
I’
m
left
asking
questions
to
the
wind
today.
Time
is
a
thief
that
doesn't
knock
on
the
doorIt
takes
the
brilliant
minds
and
leaves
us
on
the
floor.(
Violin
swells
into
a
high,
crying
melody)
Oh
Death,
why?
Why
break
the
golden
chain?
Why
wash
our
youth
away
like
footprints
in
the
rain?
You
took
the
laughter,
you
stole
the
bright
tomorrowAnd
left
a
crowded
room
filled
only
with
this
sorrow.
Oh
Death,
why?
Was
it
your
designTo
take
a
life
so
sweet,
and
completely
ruin
mine?
Then
university
came,
and
the
world
opened
wideWe
faced
the
heavy
storms
with
nothing
left
to
hideRemember
running
out
when
the
clouds
started
to
pour?
Playing
football
under
the
rain,
slipping
on
the
floor.
Laughing
through
the
mud,
without
a
single
careI
look
around
the
field
now...
but
you
are
not
there.
Quiet
evening
hours
in
the
corner
of
the
roomShaking
off
the
weight
of
the
academic
gloomWatching
Chiboy
and
Achi
trading
knights
and
kingsAnalyzing
every
move
that
the
chess
board
brings.
You
were
right
there
laughing,
cheering
on
the
playHow
did
those
quiet
nights
drift
so
far
away?
Time
is
a
thief,
but
it
cannot
eraseThe
beautiful
moments
and
the
smile
on
your
face.(
The
guitar
shifts
to
a
warm
key.
The
violin
begins
a
soaring,
triumphant
melody)
Because
Death,
you
might
be
quiet,
and
Death,
you
might
be
coldBut
you
cannot
conquer
the
stories
we
have
told.
You
didn’
t
win
the
match,
you
didn’
t
take
the
crownThe
love
we
built
together
will
never
crumble
down.
Every
drop
of
rain
that
falls
upon
the
clayReminds
me
of
the
brother
who
will
never
fade
away.(
The
violin
transitions
from
deep
sorrow
into
an
inspiring,
bright,
and
hopeful
crescendo.)
Oh
Death,
why?
I
asked
it
through
my
tearsBut
love
is
much
louder
than
all
my
darkest
fears.
You
took
the
physical,
you
took
the
frameBut
the
rain
still
echoes
your
beautiful
name.
Even
now...
we
feel
the
light.
Even
now...
we
survive
the
night.(
The
guitar
plays
one
final
chord.
The
violin
fades
out
on
a
long,
peaceful,
ascending
note.)