My old African brother was weak.
My old African sister was meek.
This was all fathers will.
What say did I have?
Strength lies with the newborn,
Yet the old still fight for a future that’s not theirs.
Give the young a chance to thrive.
Should they forever bare the pain of the dead?
Life is for the living…
Be faithful to those you call friend.
Sing songs for a new beginning.
Let the old wolves die from old wounds.
No more shall we mourn.
Live to Love