STILL AM TALL

Written by: femi joey oloidi

Although I am dying cold, 
and flying out of gold
	
Still am tall,
and I boldly flower out the tree of my love 
and shower it on my lover; for free

Still am tall,
even when I trim to other short side of the road
and notice that some tree toad odd lovers, 
sorely fold their love reflection and affections,
and sale old loaves of love to their lovers 

Still am tall,
and I will always stand tall in love,
with a medal of her untold beauty  

Still am tall,
because she is my tree of life insurance
and I am lifeless without her in my life