A being convicted for so long,

the chains are finally lose,

they extricate themselves from me,

in the dungeon of melancholy,

where my soul limped

till thy kingdom came and set me free;

and a daylight of salvation

that pierced the creeks in question,

why my heart should be crucified,

and made sore

and put in a tomb of defeat

But now that name invades

my mind in the holiness of my heart,

and a truth is revealed,

my tears turn to sugar

and I walk in the heroism of love,

I'm tripped of heartbreak sackcloth,

and given a garment of glory,

since she smiled upon my days,

and made them twinkle

And my heart healed

and trotted like victory,

like a train without rails,

or a bird without wings,

my eyes beheld esteem,

as she radiated joy,

a fire in me was let loose,

and I became magma

I was lost,

but she showed me the way,

to eminence,

and now she reigns in my heart,

with the dominion of bliss.

my lioness.

                                By Kakraba Afful

in her arms