Memories of Another Life My Dear,  We are all going home The home multitudes fear The fear of what they will become What they will become beneath Beneath underneath of our footpath. The footpath of our journey on Earth. Borrow me your eyes For those who have eyes yet cannot see. Borrow me your ears For those who have ears yet cannot hear. Borrow me your mouth For those who have mouths yet cannot speak the truth. For your eyes can see what they cannot see. For your ears can hear what they cannot hear. For your mouth can speak what they cannot speak. They cannot see the Northern Star  Because their eyes cannot see far. Far away beyond the Northern Lights Northern Lights of the Aurora Borealis. Where we will gather in the celestial dome The celestial dome of Paradise Paradise of the Supreme Universe Where echoing voices will say Welcome. - By Ekenyerengozi Michael Chima, https://www.amazon.com/author/ekenyerengozimichaelchima Prize winning Nigerian writer, author of "Children of...