Will you leave me in the cold,
and chase me out of your heart?
Will you be that strong and bold,
to let me wander on the earth?
I may not worth all the care,
or be your favorite in any way.
But my soul is clean and clear,
like the face of a crystal tray.
I might not be consistent,
or show you how good I am.
But my heart beat for you is persistent,
it wakes my soul like a terrible alarm.
Chase me not, and draw me near;
I'll write you a more pleasant psalm.
Be my courage against all fear,
and pat my back with your soothing palm.
Smile to me, it is my joy;
It tells how bright my day will be.
Keep me close like your boy,
from your yoke, I wish not be free.
David O. Olusanya
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