I almost want to cry,
in relief, in acceptance...
He doesn't hide under my bed
Nor does he hide in my closet...
Africa my home, my love of life
If I could only fly like a cloud...
Our footprints will fade
But still made an impression...
The night bathes the forest in red
And the leaves gnaw at tired old bones...
I ask myself what I really want from you.
How can I excavate my truth if you are...
Not accepting death,
eyes search in dark, the meaning...
I crave it deeply
passionately...
I still wake up without you
But often when it's night...
WHO will join them to make the world One?
WHO will it be to pen their names upon parchment...
Listen to wind in
dark. I was hurting myself...
With holes in our hearts
It's strange how we still manage...