The Preaching of Dyonne

Silence is golden, for fools anyway.
It speaks louder than words, but it's just an excuse, when you have nothing to say.
A touch says so much for someone like you...
But feeling deceives anyone who believes, cos it's what touch can do.
My name's Dyonne he said, and I tell the truth.
I preach 'cos you listen, I see you've been hurt, did love get to you?

Love's been around I said. But it hasn't taken me down.
I still believe in silence, it speaks, and in a touch are we bound.
It can take me from here...sweep me off of me feet...
And i wouldn't care, even when i fall and despair, 'cos my hands were on the ground- Love cannot get to me...

Eyes never lie...oh, I think they do.
'Cos pretty good liars, can make you believe their eyes relic truth.
A kiss wraps your soul in a loving embrace. But it's cunning and cruel,
when it takes you high and let you fall down from grace.
I am Dyonne, I've been there before. All my four hundred beautiful women have left the dance floor. I preach 'cos I've seen it time and again.
Wait till your heart's at it's peak of your loving, to feel it's searing pain...

The pain's been around, I admitted, and it cuts deeply like a knife.
But still I believe in passion...for in passion, there's life.
So tell your four hundred beautiful women, who ran for the door, that heartbreak has made you a preacher, whom I will ignore.
You can't bring me down.
You lie through your teeth.
You've been there before, but you don't believe,
That love is a full circle;
Both gentle and cruel.
You're either afraid of rejection, or one hopeless fool.
I may be a dreamer.
You may think I am...
But I am a soilder, and love is a war, I'm fighting to win.
Yes indeed, love is one war I'll strife to win...