That I have dressed up every wall
With shades of virtue, garlands of grace
That I have paved a way to joy
With words, deeds, bows and cheers
Let this be my story
Those sleepless nights bear charming #dreams
That daytime toils groom healthy seeds
That harvest rains flood my aged bed
With memories to cherish and to share
Let this be my story
That what I do is what I #love
And what I love doing, pays
That I have loved with heart and head
Losing none to sore regrets
Let this be my story
That I reached the stars and touched the moon
That beyond the sky I trailed a path
That I had spent my days in duty
To my maker and fellow toilers
If there be a story, let it be our story
And let this our story be that of glory
And let this our story be without worry
Told now and in history
Written by: Anyanya Bassey
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
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