Is there a silent song in your heart, that is screaming to be heard?
Kuramy’Imana kwawe bingana n’ubusabana bwaw’Imana nuburyo ubohostemo.
If I had the knackI’d sing likeCherry flakes falling
Treat a sick man with the medicine and a sad man with the music.
I don’t know why you care. He doesn’t even know you’re there
I just wrote one song at a time. Kinda like an alcoholic. One day at a time.
True Love denied or rejected is as deadly as a nuclear missile to the soul