She reaches out;
With a very loud
shout;
At night when my
angels sleep;
‘Cause she knows the
hurt cuts deep;
Seeks my heart in
matrimony;
Yet, I know she is
back only for the money;
She seeks…….treasures never returning
She makes an effort
in aggression;
Yet my soul takes
head in hesitation;
However, I feel the
need to play along;
Somehow the truth is
to be exposed hidden for so long;
We know the truth all
this time;
We can discern cause
we are in our prime;
Was pre-warned that
they won’t stop;
‘Cause I am the cream
of the crop;
She seeks…….treasures never returning
Back to finish it
off;
Ons weet die is net n
flop;
My soul, they want to
drop;
My spirit from God
they want to crop;
Seeking my attention;
In inner circles my
name gets a mention;
My heart no longer
skips a beat;
Emotions burnt away
from this heat;
She seeks…….treasures never returning
Wonder what else is
agenda?
Memories triggers
essence to remember;
There was reason for
my departure;
Almost as if God came
to my rapture;
I should keep my
heart close;
It is my only and
ultimate rose;
I can’t allow
re-torture;
This lifestyle can’t
be my culture;
She seeks…….treasures never returning
Thank you for the
knowledge;
Forever I will keep
it as my heritage;
I trust you will find
your missing piece;
Whilst I remain in
meditation on these trees;
She seeks…….treasures never returning.
