When the rain has poured on us for so long
And the freezing cold has collapsed our broad shoulders in our loose sleeves
We are now eager to step out of our huts with torn rooves and bask in the sun
Trapped in the rubbles of our actions, we watched dark clouds gather against us.
Gutters and tunnels couldn’t drain our run-off anymore
Hailstones destroyed the light rooves we thought could shed us
Pillar after pillar, the rains washed down our poorly built homes
This is where this stops, we are breaking out of this place, we waiting for a sign
We need a dove with a tree branch in its mouth.
Everybody likes to have a great fruit on a sunny day.
And the breeze of calmness blowing where children play
We pray the undying moments of love we share come to stay.
We could be birds of different feathers on the treetop chanting beautifully, as the leaves sway
Paddling through deep waters of tears, hoping we make a way
Drop your bags, send forth your hand, make sure your knuckles touch mine
Draw closer, hold me tight, enjoy the great sunshine
Let’s come together and make a wish and dance in the forest in the dark
In the morning, we’ll see a dove with a tree branch in its mouth.
God made the moon to light our paths in the dark
Just so we don’t slip and fall and point fingers at the stars
Why then can’t we be a little light in the room where our freedom was caged?
Why do we hold on to breadcrumbs which we could spread to attract birds that will serenade us to the bosom of oneness??
If the screams I hear are children in the playground, that will be lovely
But if they are being chased by gunmen, my heart bleeds.
The sun is rising, brightness on my face tells the story of a new day
My finger is stretched out through my window, glory is on its way
Expecting a dove with a tree branch in its mouth.
Mother earth swallowed our hatchets, when we were fast asleep
Tilled the ground with our weapons and planted a baobab tree
For as long as that tree lives, so will our love lead
We have wandered helplessly for way too long
Nobody’s fault but ours, we let the awful jokes of our fellow countrymen ignite violence within us.
Something we regret ever doing, something we promise never to do.
Now that blood has dried up, and on the altar of recovery we have cremated hate
Let’s blow the ashes, learn our lessons, pack our bags and set sail to the winning side
With fingers stretched out, we await a dove with a tree branch in its mouth.
