If my heart pours out
If the rains turns to snow
Then my heart shall find rest
To the delight of the world
If a cry for blood burns like a fire
In the far land of kasheki, then the song of the heartland shall be sung by the hyena's
If the moon shodows it's beauty under the blue skies
A roar shall be heard in the sea deepth
To the voices of the earth
I just want to sing beneath the sun
beneath the clouds
Jan 1, 2022
Jan 1, 2022 at 5:39 AM UTC
If my heart pours out
If the rains turns to snow
Then my heart shall find rest
To the delight of the world
If a cry for blood burns like a fire
In the far land of kasheki, then the song of the heartland shall be sung by the hyena's
If the moon shodows it's beauty under the blue skies
A roar shall be heard in the sea deepth
To the voices of the earth
I just want to sing beneath the sun
beneath the clouds
If the words that we say sometimes mean less in this life of uncertainty then we ought to do better for the greater good.
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