I cried when I saw the fire everywhere
With help to be found nowhere
It is a sight so pitiful
And a memory so painful.
Was it not yesterday
Full of life and hope for another good day
They all climbed aboard
Even the smiling hostesses were on board.
I saw their beautiful faces
Looking sassy and free from faze
Men and women from different facets
Every one of them flying to an ill fate.
Now they are all gone
Even those that are yet to be born
For this unbearable loss
Nothing can serve as a redress.
The wives of the victims are crying
The children of the deceased are weeping
The husbands of the dead are in desolation
And written all over our faces are despair and depression.
But what can we say
God gives and God takes
Under His bosom we pray they may stay
And never wander off like a little child who strays.
To the weeping wives, we bring comfort
To the crying children, we give support
The husbands, we console
And to all Nigerians, we should condole.
Memory is a way of holding on
To the people that keeps us on
To the things that keeps us rolling
With laughter when we remember what keeps us going.
We know that you are up there watching us
Although your departure with sorrow fills our hearts
But still we promise to bear your memories forever
For they shall never be forgotten, never.
We now know what it means to lose
For our system is so loose
But we pray that next time, our enemies will pray amiss
For our loved ones we still miss.