On a starry sky
In the moonlight
At midnight
When I think of you
My moyo beats faster
For there is no one like you
Who makes my siku perfect
Make my body to go numb
Lose myself
And forever hold that smile on my face
Its true that we are
Now on our separate ways
With the promises aside
That we'll meet again
For again might also mean
The inayofuata moment
au maybe never
wewe may songesha on
Find your perfect princess
In this imperfect world
But to me
You'll always be
My prince charming
And thus the swali remains
Should I songesha on?
Should I forget?
Is this the destiny of my life?
Only time will tell
But until then
You'll hold a fragment of my soul
For my mind wants to songesha on
But my moyo stays persistent
That you'll one siku turn unto me
In the moonlight
At midnight
When I think of you
My moyo beats faster
For there is no one like you
Who makes my siku perfect
Make my body to go numb
Lose myself
And forever hold that smile on my face
Its true that we are
Now on our separate ways
With the promises aside
That we'll meet again
For again might also mean
The inayofuata moment
au maybe never
wewe may songesha on
Find your perfect princess
In this imperfect world
But to me
You'll always be
My prince charming
And thus the swali remains
Should I songesha on?
Should I forget?
Is this the destiny of my life?
Only time will tell
But until then
You'll hold a fragment of my soul
For my mind wants to songesha on
But my moyo stays persistent
That you'll one siku turn unto me
I write what i feel and try to
make them seem so-real to
you, but all wewe want from me
is honesty.
as i write out the facts
wewe act like wewe don't really
care where my moyo truly is.
Let me tell wewe where it
is, it's in the honesty of my
poetry, deep inside my moyo
it's the only thing that reveals
the emotions deep down inside
my soul.
as i hold onto the emotions
that creates honest poetry
that i write, i see wewe looking
at my private diaries understanding
who i want to be.
wewe look at me and wewe
seem to know what i'm
feeling as i'm revealing
to wewe the emotions that
comes from within my
soul.
as i hold the key to this
honest poetry that i compose
wewe seem to believe every-little
detail that i have to say to you.
make them seem so-real to
you, but all wewe want from me
is honesty.
as i write out the facts
wewe act like wewe don't really
care where my moyo truly is.
Let me tell wewe where it
is, it's in the honesty of my
poetry, deep inside my moyo
it's the only thing that reveals
the emotions deep down inside
my soul.
as i hold onto the emotions
that creates honest poetry
that i write, i see wewe looking
at my private diaries understanding
who i want to be.
wewe look at me and wewe
seem to know what i'm
feeling as i'm revealing
to wewe the emotions that
comes from within my
soul.
as i hold the key to this
honest poetry that i compose
wewe seem to believe every-little
detail that i have to say to you.