Water My Head
water my head
she water my
head with the
water of life
now I sing
like the birds
in the trees
of freedom
with the fruit
of love
water my head
she water my
head with the
water of love
now my soul
is pure more
like the waters
of redemption
water my head
she water my
head with the
water of peace
so every new day
I can't live with out
the natural joy
of life
were material wealth
is forbidden and case
away with it illusion
water my head
she water my
head with the
water of spirituality
now am sure
my life is not
for vanity
if not why this
shadows I fear
can't over shadow
my reflection in
spirit and soul
water my head
she water my
head with the
water of knowledge
now I grow in wisdom
every sun rise to
every tomorrow
now I can see the
colours in man made
illusion so clearly
in my time in reality
water my head
she water my
head with the
water that is
ever lasting
upon and in my head
cos my head
is heavy
and hot
life is simple
but not that easy
in this era
so I got much to think
too much to wonder
my head is full
but not
when she
water my head
Copyright © Richard Nnoli | Year Posted 2018
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