KOMLA THE FREE SOUL*
In the distant horizon
We catch glimpse of your fading face
But still the echoes of your living voice
Spring true and reverberate
Permeating our hearts like the Atumpan
Calling us to an early morning dance
And splashing us like a fresh morning dew
Yes, a tribute to a man who has paid his due
Now, you are free to roam the world freely
And traverse the galaxies
At the Speed of Light
Still shinning as a Black Star
From the Coast of Gold
And our ambassador plenipotentiary
Telling the story of our mother Ghana
Again and again and again�
In the conclave of the Spirits and places
Unknown to mortals.
Rest on�
Live on�
Move on�
And shine on, Free Soul!
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