I am cold
Though maybe that news is old
Or perhaps so I have been told
That not all that glitters is gold
I was never one to be bold
But now I find myself off this road
And yes its true I'm getting old
But no its not so-my soul I sold
Its my heart I've had to mould
Grown into stages untold
Discovering mysteries so old
In love and commitment I rolled
Into a story I thought familiar I'm bound
Everyday a new chapter unfolds
But the evils at night still hound
Strength inside one man I found
The king in me will be crowned.
Kevin Mutembei.
2011
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