Citrine

I'm diggin' yo mental

And my mental faculties do elude me

I feel you are resentful

And my healing properties lie here 

In this stone

It is a citrine

An orange yellow

It is what seems 

Before we turn to stone 

We must let go of all our anger 

And wayward lust

We must let go of all our pain 

And anguish

Before we turn to dust

Put your head on my shoulder

Things can't get any worse

The nights are getting colder

Life feels like it's a curse

It's a gift from God

And like Africa

I feel a citrine

Will do good by you

Like it has done for me

Citrine

Won't you heal us

Won't you heal me

Citrine

Won't you heal us

Joy and Real love a citrine