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I WILL BE FAITHFUL TO YOU





The earth has always been dark and that darkness is now  going blind.
As we now flip sides faster than a gambler's coin,
What can I promise now, that have not been doomed  to fail?
For my dreams can fill eternity but my life is only one.
So look into my eyes and contain the streams.

Truth and lies now wear the same haircut so where on earth do I Start?
For the sky used to be up and black used to be dark,
 but  we are no longer sure.

But in this civil war of uncertainty, there's a promise I dare to give.
I will be faithful to you.
We Cannot run in the rain and not get wet.
And here I'm promising you warmth at the height of winter,
But this is a promise you can be sure of;
I will be faithful to you.

I will stand by you until my last breath evaporates.
I will remain open like a faithful mission house.
Though I can't tell when wealth will visit or if at all he will.
but I will never leave, I will always be here.
Until here is no more, until here has left.

The rains may come sudden and may be accompanied by thunder.
But I have tied this vow to no condition.
I  will be faithful to you.
I will mind the fire and form a one-man choir,
And return your every laughter.
Promises are now on promo, but i offer only one ;
 I will be faithful to you.

I will wake  early each day to light up your sun.
I will listen to your silence and sing till you re asleep,
Then I can face the hyenas and bring home dinner.
The world is a pot with misleading things,
And the modern sky now rains with unholy tempts .
But you can tell them that I asked you to tell them,
That I will be faithful to you.

© Samson Abanni

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