written many years ago
some words age
and have lost echo
but they still sing meanings
I did in solo
and her words speak tomorrow
a million reason to hold on
birds chirping in the woods
saying Freetown is our home
a place our soul grooms
O that my song
Young Odum shall soon be a big tree
and one day, the oppressed shall be free
The four poled temple
heard my heart
saw my hurt
and heard my cry
Passers by saw it strange
as lips move but nothing said
not knowing my hungry soul remains unfed
I shall return under
inviting a choir from all over
when that tree matures
grows hairs and get bald
That my song brought tears
b\'cos Freetown is not Freetown
That my song show\'d me how to fight
for Freetown wants to be Freetown
That my song, spoke many plights
for Freetown serves in royal gowns
Please sing me
sing me that my song
when I get to Freetown