Why will you tell me not to sing?
When my mouth burns with joy(s)
Why will you decide the aura I bring?
When my manhood reminiscent my boy's
In the closure of my eyes do I see her
Her scent and curves I feed on
To that one so close but seems far
To you, life positives I hand the baton
You are the wave that flows within
The one that burns the cold of the night
You are the Lord's wife that went missin'
Out of his abode, you did alight
I pray your action doesn't spite the Lord.
Wherein the earth stands to be destroyed
Rather, I pray you get offshored
That the glory of the heaven(s) become restored