Africa Heart

Bloody skies New beginnings Fresh Warm Glorious scent From heaven it was sent Long before We walked this land It was moulded Sculpted Created Perfected By the Maker Legends tell of The dark spirit Turning trees Trying to take the land The Maker Made the tree strong Made it proud Made it unbreakable Just like the people That believe in Him The Maker perfected this land More than before Filling with Mighty roars Soft rumbles Silent wings Bouldering calls Gentle purrs Manic laughs So with this Wild heart I call mine I will delight myself in The Makers Creations Running soon Running far To set wild hearts free Like a flaming master Taking its fiery hold Over all things Dry and old Only to uncover What has been bleeding To be seen Our wild hearts Beat with Gentle giants footfall Beating slow steady Ready to be set free Ready to breathe What was mine to be With blazing sun Firing down Onto cracked Down ground Between thick brush Under the mighty baobab With the creations all around My wild African heart Soon to be found