The Detour:

She walks amidst the congregation in a meticulous gait She sways her hips from east to west And faces in the direction of the Man of God. She darts a glance at him Her hand strolling through her hair Her upper teeth biting her lower lip while giving away a smile ‘oooh this man of God He gives me the only reason to attend the service’ When he preaches the word of God To her, his voice tells of sweet nothings That his voice, hurls her miles apart in a land, a paradise ‘Father oh Father in heaven Thy forgive your child’ Who enters your house for all other reasons But worship you And leaves only with empty thoughts Forgive your child oh Father Maybe someday she shall enter Your presence for genuine reasons ‘Everyone is a sinner’, the man of God says ‘But we shall accept sinners and help them change; Make them feel LOVED And give them a sense of belonging in the house of God. ‘He preaches about love And my heart melts for him’ ‘Love’ he says and she could feel his presence closer by An...

Treat her like an angel she is Don’t try to tell her lies To justify yourself. Protect her like a baby she is Give her all she needs She will learn to trust you more. Treat and protect her  Like she deserves Maybe someday You’ll appreciate All that I say! Hold her like she’s some fragile treasure You just prevented from falling And breaking into pieces Love her like you have just met her Make her feel nothing without you Treat and protect and hold and love her The way she loves you Kiss her on the cheek and run away Such a love game, memories it makes,  A love worthwhile.