You're my Lauryn Hill.
'Cause you sing the good song that connect my spirit with the spirit of my forebears.
Vocally you connect with me transcendentally.
Spitting my me
Caressing my soul.
You're the fountain that breathe life
To the life of my own.
Squeezing my strength
Exposing my weakness.
You're the tree that produce flame
That brings light to my conscience.
Your voice is so sacred
Your eyes are so different
When you look at me
You cast spells of hope on the palm of my soul
You ignite my brain
Like you're burning the incense.
You leave my lungs gasping
My lips mumbling
NguMakoti lo.
See, you're my Lauryn Hill
When you move you move me
Rolling with me like a rolling stone
Caressing me in my world of fantasy
Your smile just kills me inside.
See, you're the rock of all ages
You're the precious stone
I would love to claim you as my own
You're my Lauryn Hill
Your beauty is complemented by your wisdom
You're singing my song
The Queen of my Kingdom
Written by:
Amalahle Ashushu
Ndatenda
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