An old folk song I hold close to my heart. Co-written with a friend. The memories are endless.
An old folk song I hold close to my heart. Co-written with a friend. The memories are endless.
What else can I be,
But firm in my belief?
With too many messages,
All I want is peace.
CHORUS
Our young women see no visions.
Our young men dream no dreams.
Is something wrong with my people?
So It Seems...
The babe kicks inside me,
And I know the time has come.
The babe kicks inside me,
Soon it will see the sun.
Things like death in Africa,
Are not covered by the press.
I want a girl, not justice,
Please five me nothing less.
CHORUS
Not always a matter of faith,
Are my hollow comforts
Not everything can be
A slogan on t-shirts.
CHORUS