BACK ON THE SCENE

 

The movie playing is blank

Best memories gone
I looked at the stars at night
I put on the table lamp

Found you missing in my heart
Between the pages of the script
Never did I plan to write a love story
But the scene comes alive

When ever I think of you
Wish I knew the path the wind's taking
It would've been easier not to fall in love with you
Now its difficult to live without you

In the morning when the sun set
It lights up feelings I have for you
Its been years I tried to finish the movie
But how can I if truly you don't exist

Everyday seems not a new day
Fruitlessly I tried to put myself up
But only you can best match my heart
Life is worthless without you on the scene

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IN MY SLEEP

I smell the roses in my sleep
Dying of neglect
On my knees earnestly I pray
For a world remorsefully decay

Day and night, souls gone
To a receded path unknown
Life unappreciated
As death toll household

Why is man callous and indifferent?
The choices made in our society
God gave man redemption
The gift of life through salvation

Man preferred to languish in iniquity
Condemned his soul to slavery
Many sleepless night I wept
Rejection of heavens priceless gift

What does a man have to lose?
Life is deteriorating around us
The clock's ticking awkwardly fast
A world unsafe to tide

Please, I don't want to lose you
Happiness is found in the gospel
A better world in heaven
Street made of golden gravel

 All right reserved © Akan E. Udofia 2016

IN MY SLEEP

I smell the roses in my sleep
Dying of neglect
On my knees earnestly I pray
For a world remorsefully decay

Day and night, souls gone
To a receded path unknown
Life unappreciated
As death toll household

Why is man callous and indifferent?
The choices made in our society
God gave man redemption
The gift of life through salvation

Man preferred to languish in iniquity
Condemned his soul to slavery
Many sleepless night I wept
Rejection of heavens priceless gift

What does a man have to lose?
Life is deteriorating around us
The clock's ticking awkwardly fast
A world unsafe to tide

Please, I don't want to lose you
Happiness is found in the gospel
A better world in heaven
Street made of golden gravel

 All right reserved © Akan E. Udofia 2016