Down to the forest
We harness our mind
Tears of freedom we create

Written by
Martin Ijir

Hearty laughter and untamed voices,
Bright red lipsticks and brazen choices,
Bold heels studded with some virtues-some vices,
Tongues laden with sharp, unabashed spices
Go out and out, and be proud, women,
The time is right, to be loud, women!

I tried to lay with another sin
But all I could exhale was your name

Pry you out of my mind
You can't love a ghost