If ever you should tire of me
And feel you want to let go
Take me to a place of silence
With no music to remind me
Of the dance you and I will never dance
With no people walking, laughing, living
The life you and I will never live.
Take me to a place where no one will see me cry
See me cling to your arms
And beg you for the music,
The life I still want to live.
Take me to a place of silence.
A place that is dead.
Yes, That is how I want it to be;
Dead and silent
When your hand slips from mine.
Naledi Yaziyo
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