
Looked over my shoulder to yesterday
time passed in the blink of an eye
the people and memories faded
I never bid them goodbye
I look to the left on this day
all that there is to do
wrap arms around you dear
memory’s time, make a few
I look at the road laid before me
tomorrow’s a wide open land
promise me you will go with me
orange love covers our hands
The unedited photo of Northern Uganda shows a panorama that is rich with children, mamas, papas, grandmothers, grandfathers.