To pacify my soul
I'll need the song sang from the vast sea of your mollifying tunes

To grow old I'll need the support of your bones . Taken from Eden at the time of my sleep.
How loving it's is knowing that life formed,feed and groomed through you.

We could start a syndicate. Where you steal my worries, chair over my pains , Give orders to desire, torture my fears and arm my Dreams
I won't mind if I have to serve or be ruled by you..

A king or kin
The woman behind him is the strategist of his peace..

Original credit BEGIE MAKANAKI