You are the future my friend
the promise of morning rising with the dawn
Yesterday is no more
Sea foam on the beach
the ocean remembers the wave
Do you know the land of your mother?
Sing her a song of flowing rivers,
through forests, under deserts, over stones.
Dance for your father’s people
two-step around the fire
in a trance you greet the child of your unborn son.
become a dove in your sister’s house
Your future casts no shadow
to hold you