Adala Adala Yes, that is my name What do you want? I won't complain. I tremble in face of your disapproval I'll go if all that you want's my removal. I smile when you smile Am sad when you frown I'd jump too in the lake If you'd happened to drown Can I have a sign, a look, or a word? Can it not be enough that it's all in my face? I'm listening. Speak, and you will be heard. Adala Adala I hear you, you're there. I know that you're there and I know that you care. Here is your sign, your look, and your word I know that you listen; I know I am heard. Here is my promise to you and you only Without you I'm scared, frightened and lonely. My life is you; you are my grace It is as plain as can be on my face. I am your life; I am your grace And I can see it written plain on your face. I have my sign, my look and my word. I have spoken and you have heard. I have my sign, my look and my word. You have spoken and I have heard.
Reason for writing:
This is a true poem and happened to me.
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