Ruth Fecyeh

When the rain falls, it doesn't fall on one man's head!
So this is the way of my muse to you;
For you can still lay down in your nakedness for my love.

You need me to satisfy you and,
You need this muse to tell you who you are;
For the walls af Jehrico are all around you.

I am full of words and of the love that brights your way,
But i am like the writer that crowns your way as well;
So lay down in your nakedness for the this harmony of love.