(work in progress...)

I’m being tossed, I’m being turned,
If I’m not careful I could be burnt,
By now you would have thought… I should have learned!

Hands bound, fingers burned…

That image of you etched into my soul,
Burnt into my heart

Push in the dagger, rather than to break my heart…
Sometimes the heart doth not know it’s part…
If I were smarter, I would have found a way to depart, before the woeful words:
"O is it a dagger I see plunged into my heart?"

Your words have certainly done their part…
The music has left me, so what have I learned
I left the life I yearned for, for the one I earned
O what a pity to be so well learned
And not have the courage to be turned

And so one night I watched as Africa burnt…
Reminiscing of what we’ve seen and what we’ve learned…

Ain’t it strange how the journey sometimes ends where it had begun…
We had some laughter, we had so much fun,
The battle may be lost, but the war is won, next year we will give it another run!
Pack up your tents and pack up your gear, but above all have no fear! For Africa will be here next year!