On the night of the great deliverance,
But many have eyes and they can still not see.
Frantically speaking,
My name is Tema;
But the colour of my love speaks by itself.
Love is like the movement of the sun and the moon,
But the sparrows are twittering and the doves are cooing;
For i was smuggled through the Red Sea to meet your love,
And like the wind of your muse that led me on.
But to whom shall i keep my peace with when,I am lost in the ocean of the night?Praise so be to you who understands my problem,For how long can i swim to you on this river of love?I am lost, naked lonely;And i need your ture love to carry me on.I am lost on this…
And like ‘The Book of Destruction’ read by many.But we need peace in this world than war!
We are down to earth to stand out among others,And from’dreamontology’ to ‘dondoorlogy’ to set up my muse.Deep in my heart and sweet on my lips,Of the flowers of beauty around me;And i have the hole to hide away my fears.Romance sweet romance,And sundenly it was all over between us;But the bottom of my heart…
And like a spreading vine of low stature,But my name is Garland and i am like Pharaoh’s mighty army.
But this world is peaceful when we do love one another.Let us stop these acts of hatred and bombs,Rather let us live peacefully with one another in love.
But do listen to the sounds of love when you hear my cry.I have been waiting for this love and i am always closer,For the rainbow of your love makes me rest my mind;And you are so beautiful all over.
