Take my hands,
so we do depart
from this forlorn world,
where all turns bitter and
foul by the extinction of the heart
Within me, a bright curiousity,
slender with understanding,
climbs a mystical walls,
and I hope yours does to,
look into my eyes
and there is truth to find,
a bed for laden passion,
where you mind
shall be astounded by a perfect lullaby
Take my hands,
so we depart,
from this melancholy land,
so our tears can turn to honey
and the moon moans
There is a painting of our hearts,
of a land somewhere supreme
where gold is spread over apples,
and we are deemed with a glory
foretold yonder
so,
Take my hands,
do not deny
the flame that burns your sadness
without doubt,
till you smile
the way you smile now
like an everlasting wilderness
beyond knowledge
Take my hands,
so we can be together
in paths divine,
for your soul is mine
and mine yours.
By Kakraba Afful