THE PHOTO IS OF Simphiwe Dana A XHOSA JAZZ SINGER. THE MUSIC IS AS WELL
[SHE GOES AWAY]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE... MAKE SURE THAT YOU LISTEN TO THIS...
http://youtu.be/
She has been there as long as I can remember.
We were children together back when life was fresh and new...
Flowers and butterflies... fresh tomatoes splashing across young tongues picked from my mothers garden.
When my grandmother died she was there in the dead of night talking me through the pain.
When I reached puberty she gave herself to me... wet dreams and wet sheets.
Waking to memories of her touch... the softness of her skin... the flash of her panties.
When I sat in a jail cell facing three life sentences she came to me as I slept and whispered to me that I would be free... truth overshadows injustice.
She told me to keep writing... that one day thousands would read my words.
Upon my release I did not see her until my son died as she walked up through the rain of my tears that fell behind closed eyelids and into my mind...
She took my hand and told me not to die as she said look around...
Its not your time, though they dont know it these people need you so much.
She came to me and stood at the top of the stairs that dug into a hill ... I passed my son who was three when he died now 19 and when I reached her she sang a song that I awoke and wrote...
R & B for the new millenium...
Do you remember?
When I tried to put down the pen she made me pick it back up... Every time I have tried to give up she shows up and says the things that I need to hear.
She is not the most beautiful woman in the world but to me she is the most lovely woman that I have ever met.
Soft at times and hard when she needs to be... pulling me from the pits of my dispair...
Soothing the beast when he threatens to roam unleashed.
She the queen who fills my dreams.
We were children together back when life was fresh and new...
Flowers and butterflies... fresh tomatoes splashing across young tongues picked from my mothers garden.
When my grandmother died she was there in the dead of night talking me through the pain.
When I reached puberty she gave herself to me... wet dreams and wet sheets.
Waking to memories of her touch... the softness of her skin... the flash of her panties.
When I sat in a jail cell facing three life sentences she came to me as I slept and whispered to me that I would be free... truth overshadows injustice.
She told me to keep writing... that one day thousands would read my words.
Upon my release I did not see her until my son died as she walked up through the rain of my tears that fell behind closed eyelids and into my mind...
She took my hand and told me not to die as she said look around...
Its not your time, though they dont know it these people need you so much.
She came to me and stood at the top of the stairs that dug into a hill ... I passed my son who was three when he died now 19 and when I reached her she sang a song that I awoke and wrote...
R & B for the new millenium...
Do you remember?
When I tried to put down the pen she made me pick it back up... Every time I have tried to give up she shows up and says the things that I need to hear.
She is not the most beautiful woman in the world but to me she is the most lovely woman that I have ever met.
Soft at times and hard when she needs to be... pulling me from the pits of my dispair...
Soothing the beast when he threatens to roam unleashed.
She the queen who fills my dreams.
