Time is a commodity
Short in supply
I can't wait anylonger
That's why I want to worship
In your sacred altar
But where do I start from?

The road looks narrow
As I journey through the aisle
Marching towards the prize
That we may mingle and rumble
In an atmosphere of bliss
Worshiping in harmony

You smiled back saying
If you really want to worship
Put a ring on it
That I be yours and you be mine
A risk I am willing to take
Till death do us part

If that's all it takes
I will travel all the way
Walk through the seven seas
For in you, I find me
The bone of my bone
Put a ring on it
That we may workship forever
And happily ever after

Babatunde Raimi (c)