At midday, I chat to the blue whale watching
and scratch it as we both sing hymns of faith...
This life flows on with or without our views
As the dark things surround around the world each...
Life passes by
not skipping a single beat...
I was born and raised
in the warm heart of Africa...
Hypnotized by street lights, I breathe springtime
eyes fixed upon dirty streets, laced with fallen...
When you look at them, forget
the adjectives smoldering and sizzling...
Open your heart
let the poor in...
Walking on this lonely road,
All I knew has Fallen Ill...
Its funny how it all began
He came on his strange animal...
When he left, he was 18
and didn't know that the road to hell was paved...
A tune plays out a mellowed rhyme
Sounding silence and slowing time...
I am sword's peace
I am gunshot's silence...