Can I talk to you? and take you to the furthest inner most places of my heart
And forget about the poetic language, I guess I've become addicted to the art
But come with me, take my hand and by God's grace we won't loose our way
And for I understand your pain, the serendipity of the untold stories to say
For the days burn on and on, like my grandmother's rusticated lousy lantern
And the beauty of the earth's not enough for a lifetime, my eyes are stubborn
And reggae and blues, was all I ever wanted, never selected any funeral song
For it left me in the keep of loneliness, I do not know where on earth I belong
But the sorrow accompanying this trail, is more than even history can hold
So sat I, by the village well, shedding blue tears that the water became so cold
And brothers and sisters, passed me by, they took water home delightsomely
Alas, we need one another, but I think everybody has forgotten about family
I often ask myself, what is the most important theme in this movie we call life
Hushed beneath echoes and echoes of endless possibilities, wrapped in time
And in the reclining realms of eventide, I lay self upon a raffia mat and dream
I can dream of nothing else, I dream of a warm bed laced with a smooth sheet
Do not get it confused, I have a thousand thoughts to write about, unending
Not caring about what people think, It is the light of my soul I am defending
Am I getting wiser for failing? or failing so many times just to become wiser
Am I lesser to become more? or just becoming much more to become lesser
I talebear about this gone existence, and I transcribe about the passing away
The descending of cloudburst upon my roof, and the woodland trees in sway
And it becomes so clear, what is so important in life, it's not you, never was
Make another human being smile, from your care, your love and your touch
Because my existence has questions nobody can answer, so I breathe in brain
Trying like a knocked engine to keep moving, and leave behind all of my pain
So I rest easy on bended knees with my arms around the waist of my woman
This is what the sweet moments in life are made of, be gentle we're all human
Maybe some day when the angels come down, to dine with mankind again
We will be told why we have been left alone, so long, inside the pouring rain
So right now, I preach care, and only love, we are all we've got, let's be a team
Stay wrapped in the arms of hope, and shine bright through this ghetto dream.
