Look, Look and see, up into the distant sky,
Do you see what need to be seen by you, things that
Will tell you about the by and by.

Walk that path that lead over yonder hills, walk it and no,
Do not get tired,
Even if it seem that such a distance will kill.

As the core of the Sun bring glare to the sky,
Keeping it in its action.
As the Moon so instruct the Ocean to be not distracted a fraction.

The sea must maintain its waves,
So it shall, to the end of days and a tireless soul cease not,
Until it mend its ways.

The Soul need not count its days or be allowed distraction,
But always be conscious of its ways and attraction.

Can it be that my soul grow weary,
As my mind wait on its continue assignment?

What thing is that which will not allow my soul
To rest in contentment.

Could it be, all those things that trouble the Soul,
I must resent.

A tireless Soul is one that do not rest under the
Cloak of oppression.

Hear the voices of those who knew not
The agony of depression.

Such should be the Tireless Soul compass, never to lose its way to a place
That will give the Soul comfort.

A tireless Afrikan Soul rest not until the work is done
And when it is done,
It take refuge in the Afrika Sun.

© 2005 By 2005 Osiris Akkebala