Have you known my real name,
From the date of your birth?
Do you take part in life's cruel game,
And recognize your own self-worth?
How about the night owl's cry,
Does that remind you of me?
What do you think off under the Bushveld's sky,
When the Lions growl up your tree?
And when you stare into a fire,
Does the crackling of wood make you wonder?
What my life and dreams are about,
Are these the things over which you ponder?
If my naked skin haunts your dreams,
Does it also make you insane?
A vision of me may not be what it seems,
Am I forever engraved in your brain?
The dunes and the trees, the rain at night,
Does it make you want me more?
Passion so beautiful it gives me a fright,
Your bleeding heart touches my core.
The birds in the sky that roams above,
Do you know they send me messages from you?
Your absence a torture because I miss you my love,
To your Bushveld dreams my heart will stay true.
