yvonne selase nyahe

dont cry for me, young sailor
you may have left me
but you havent made me cry
you may have broken my heart
...

she labors
day and night without break
fighting for the right to live
red swollen eyes and a broken back
...

last night, she sat by the fire
her dark hair shone, her eyes glowed
the news was all over town
the boys were back from war
...

i cant believe it
no it seems impossible
you whom i gave my heart to
i entrusted my life into your hands
...

love,
you lifted me
made me fly
without wings
...

am standing here tonight
wondering how i got here
how did i make it past all those luring romeos
how could you have chosen me over all?
...

i came back here tonight
to remember you, my first love
the trees are still the same,
the flowers smell like they did when we were younger
...

yes, i tried my best
but my best had to be among the worst
i thought i, ld be the first
to make it through the test
...

it was june
the flowers were out
the air felt sweet
children came out to play
...

now the day is over
and we come confessing
to he that saves and heals
softly now the light of day
...

because of you
i have regained my strength
my pride, my self esteem
because of you
...

life is a mystery that sits unraveled
leaving men with questions of how and why
making us hopeless and failures
as we wonder in confusion
...

like a shadow beside me
you were there through thick and thin
held my hand and kept me save
in times of despair and grief
...

at night when all go to sleep
i sit by the window
too afraid to close my eyes
i dont want to imagine her in your arms
...

o, master let me walk with you
through the fields of thorn and prey
through the rivers and the snow
close to yours may my feet throd
...

out of the blue...whooom
power cut
darkness eats up the room
hot air attacks my flushed skin
...

remember me when you find another
i am forever gone but my spirit remains with you
everytime you hold her hand
think of our lonely walks in the park
...

the drums came echoing
in the stillness of the early morning
babies lay sleeping soundly
innocently nuzzling their mother, s breasts
...

if i were a tear drop
i, ll softly caress your cheeks
kiss your fears away
and then slowly
...

we come to you
bearing gifts of oil and saphire
to make a sacrifice at your feet
we come as humble servants
...