Amity, it is your faith
That inspires me to write...

At that hour when day is
Bifurcated from night...

I am quarreling
With security...

One tear drop
walked down my cheek...

I think of my Africa
Black woman of mettle...

All my life I have been searching
For the girl that would make me wobble...

This is a tale of two birds
Sitting on the wall...

One must not take love wrongly
A kiss may mean anything...

In needful pain
We wait for an answer...

When we
Wait...

The first day of our week
Is my birthday...

Berna, Berna, Berna my sister-o!
Ayaya...