Midnight Whispers
They say I make up too many things like the atoms
But this much is true, I care enough to buy you a phantom
Because the future is bright, it is lit by a lantern
Yeah, am on earth but my mindset is from Saturn
So I say, hold hate against none
Let your heart be pure white like the cloth of a nun
Because they say, the rougher the seas, the better the sailor
Well I say, the more beautiful the seam, the greater the tailor
Still they tell me, the stronger the tree, the juicer the fruit
And still I say, the softer the berry, the sweeter the juice
Middle of the night, and I feel a strain on my windpipe and speech
So I arise like the sun from the east and mysteriously, I speak
Yeah, that kind of thing
Midnight whispers
It goes on and on and on, something like forever
But tell me now, when are you coming home, is it December?
Because if I have to, I will wait for you on the Nigerian train, and please don't shout hallelujah!
It is hard to believe but, I don't know in my life, you hold the centre
So till we meet, I will continue to write, may I miss you
And still praying for us till we see, because life's tempo's like an instrumental by d'tunes
Starlight dreams
And a good night's rest, no screams.
But this much is true, I care enough to buy you a phantom
Because the future is bright, it is lit by a lantern
Yeah, am on earth but my mindset is from Saturn
So I say, hold hate against none
Let your heart be pure white like the cloth of a nun
Because they say, the rougher the seas, the better the sailor
Well I say, the more beautiful the seam, the greater the tailor
Still they tell me, the stronger the tree, the juicer the fruit
And still I say, the softer the berry, the sweeter the juice
Middle of the night, and I feel a strain on my windpipe and speech
So I arise like the sun from the east and mysteriously, I speak
Yeah, that kind of thing
Midnight whispers
It goes on and on and on, something like forever
But tell me now, when are you coming home, is it December?
Because if I have to, I will wait for you on the Nigerian train, and please don't shout hallelujah!
It is hard to believe but, I don't know in my life, you hold the centre
So till we meet, I will continue to write, may I miss you
And still praying for us till we see, because life's tempo's like an instrumental by d'tunes
Starlight dreams
And a good night's rest, no screams.
By Funkekeme Akposeye
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