DancingBarefoot
The Fly
Hope you like it.
SONG OF AFRICA
A western star shines toward Africa,
Illuminating death upon the horizon.
Faces turn and are blinded by both
Tragedy and Spirit.
Children dance among their ancestors,
Pounding their feet,
So the living might hear their voices.
They lift their arms,
Their hearts,
Their eyes toward the setting sun.
Continent of the Living Dead,
You walk on cracked feet to the rhythm of
Thirst and Disease.
Yet a song of hope rises from parched lips,
In harmony with Life and Love.
Will you be denied?
SONG OF AFRICA
A western star shines toward Africa,
Illuminating death upon the horizon.
Faces turn and are blinded by both
Tragedy and Spirit.
Children dance among their ancestors,
Pounding their feet,
So the living might hear their voices.
They lift their arms,
Their hearts,
Their eyes toward the setting sun.
Continent of the Living Dead,
You walk on cracked feet to the rhythm of
Thirst and Disease.
Yet a song of hope rises from parched lips,
In harmony with Life and Love.
Will you be denied?
