Write for paint by nartey romeo akwetey

Here I sit in the middle of the night

And memories of my past keeps telling to fight

Reaching for the dreams once dreamed off

Regardless of them being tough

In the middle of my thoughts I stand

Earnestly seeking to hold your hands

Telling you tales of refreshing brand

Never ending tunes and melodies play

And symbols of love molded with clay

Adjusting the heart like tablets on a tray

Acquaintance of old

Demanding of stories yet untold

Just like by the fire side

Easy grand paa, take us on a ride

Listening to those stories

Easily brought back memories

Yawning, yet yearning for more

Saddled with so much to do

Opens ones spirit up as a great tool

Wondering how shes going to go about the painting

After all is written without fainting

Hetty must do it without panting