Life is undependable
Crowd filled with long queue,
Exodus of masses in waiting
So the little group of mine on his road.
On our journey to freedom was challenge.
In our will to freedom lies our predicament;
Good, bad or uncertainty,
Yet full of courage was our moral.
Our journey lies beneath death.
Persecution awaited our mistakes.
On this beautiful road we shed our blood;
Sweat and tears weren’t exempted.
On our road to Emmaus was our glory,
Yet no story of us narrated.
Unknown tribe of the west, they say.
Coming to conquer our wishes, they claim.
On our road to Emmaus, we met our friend.
Sacrifice, turbulent was all it takes.
Alas! We met our confidant not enemy.
Until we conquer our fear, said the commander.
We must persecute our tears and wail.
File our relationship with love.
Incarcerate our hope in failure.
On our road to Emmaus.
Here comes our adventure,
To fulfill our quest, in meeting our success.
Not with our failure ends.