Drained
Diane-Emerita Frimpong
I am drained by the colour of the wind
By the sea full of unsure minds
I am drained to see me cry
But I don't seem, to wonder why
I am drained by too many things
By academic goals loosing their wings
And I am drained to see him from a far
Just putting us off like an old cigar
And drained by the restlessness of peace
We seem to neglect the menace of the years
Oh, too many things I am drained of
But you, you give me hope
So to your eyes and your smile, thank you