Rock It Poem by Titto Mutunguti

I have been to the mountains
And to the hills
no adventure is
like you my prince

Your absence presents weakness
My Princess
Without you
I am like mountain without a peak,
a week without a weekend.

You sermoned me off the bench
brought me to a firing range
You moulded me into an absolute substitute
I'm senseless without your work of hand
I am so dissolute

Who is gonna ignite our inside?
I crave for us
Like thread and wax.
Like the candle works
I miss you firing
I miss you melting me
Life hangs on a thread.
We rock it.