As I hear
The sound of the drums
Making their way through the farms
Rumbling, shaking and breaking the grounds..
I know I'm somewhere to be found

Shed no tear
My dear
Daddy's here
Do not fear

So that is how our cookie crumbled.
It fell and broke apart
Just like that
Into very fine pieces
We could not put it back together  
No matter how  hard we tried.

However hard we tried,
"Our cookie is gone"
Re-echoed from the wells of our consciences
"Gone forever"- the cookie we shared

As the winds blow
From the north
Through to the south-
Making freshness flow

And without rest
To East and then West

They seem to say
Along their way
"My maker, the best"

They want it all...
Yes. They really do want it all
For centuries long past
When seasons change fast
Minutes draw nearer
And change into hour
They have yearned for some power

What do they desire
Who knows what women require

Men of fame this is uncanny
And never to be seen as funny
When women have always wanted men to surpass
They somehow fail to pass

Then they wail
"Why should we fail"
But the answer with the wind does sail
As men carry the blame
And women take the shame...

O waters for free
The deserts do thirst for thee
Surge to quench their needs

Whenever you need me
Be it i'm far
Or that I'm near
You just whisper
And I'll hear..