Blue Sky

Stop don’t move And hold your breath... Tilt your head into the air Let the breeze sweep away Your worries... Look into the blue sky, the mother of Africa, the blanket of comfort to the caramel skinned beings the well graced lives that were cursed by slavery and absolute neediness... the very same who silently cries and screams for God when all falls apart who will swear at nothing just because that’s how they are stop don’t move And hold your breath... Tilt your head into the air Let the breeze sweep away your tears... the ones that rolls down those delicate cheeks of your souls The ones that rises the dust from The surface of your worries makes you suffocate and drown in your sorrow stop don’t move And hold your breath Tilt your head your head into the blueness let the light show you home...