The Value of My Love Pascal Nayigiziki
wonder what the value of my love is I wonder to what extent am I willing to take Cause sometimes I sit here flustered over nothing I
What
is
the point of my love if it don't
So many times
I
sit
up awake and alone
In the comfort of my
Dreaming of the woman Saying nothing
to
me
mean change
own
silence
love and her soul
I
as she lays beside
me
Dreaming about kissing the back of her neck As I hold on to her for more than just security Whispering goodnight with the
slightest
of my breath
Bringing comfort to her feelings, of just you and
But
Of trying
to
find
I
my own pressures
the price
So what If
my
at
me
times
deny the feelings of love inside of me
Dealing with
And
myself a victim
are
you have all
to
in
my own mind
pay just
to believe
these feelings really worth
loves value
is
no more than a red cent
The very reason why God gave me birth The value of my love is priceless
