Hold me
And let me in your arms be
Hold me tight
And let me feel like this is right
Hold me as tight as you can
And let me know that you are my man
In the face of danger and oppression
Breath in me your own resurrection
Love is not a disgrace
So grace me with a loving-respectful embrace.
I am like the desert
Very fertile with your rain
But without it, irrigation bought by my money can do that same job right
So obstruct me not
Hold me and watch my back as I watch yours
Let us see our true lovers and haters through each other’s eyes as we fly
On the wings of respect
On the wings of trust
On the wings of passion
And on the wings of love.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.