I Witnessed It
I witnessed it Jubilations of belated planters sparkled the streets,
Where Words Find Their Wings
I witnessed it Jubilations of belated planters sparkled the streets,
Wrap your arms around me Hold me oh so tenderly that I might die
That day Twenty years ago
Tick tock, My wall clock reminds of my fate that is high,
Dear you This is my letter to you who are looking for me
It's never to late to repent, That's what was in my mind when I started the ministry.
Too strong to break Too heavy to shake
It all started with a kiss A kiss was also how it ended
People measure twice before cutting once, That's why they uphold the dove.
Kiss me with the kisses of your mouth, This is the voice almost in the air now.