Today I write,
tomorrow I won't...
There's a buffet
surrounding me, albeit...
And ever since I was a small child
I remember the pain I used to feel...
Oh, there was no place in the sun,
The tyre was burning in Soweto...
Through the fields you run as fast as Lightning
With wind in your hair and face you run free...
Her heart froze
years ago, slowly...
I wake up every morning and lay in my bed and pray...
How could I have known
that you would never be back home again...
Preparing for the breakdown
became crashing waves in the way...
The shadowy gift of tears returns
to touch the abyss that has become my heart...
Deep secrets become reopened
as blood releases pent up pain...
Silly little girl
Don't fool yourself...