What is the
Slave masters’
Goal

Separate a man
From his soul

Takes away his
Language and culture
To gain control

Let me be
This phantom
Of the night
Deliver this
Pale moon
Behind the fragile trees
Seek warmth
In this river of light
Adorn this shallow sea
That follows thee
To the arms of night
Steady victory
Secures these stars,
In-flight
Sings out of key
Bring
every ounce of breath,
From your lungs
When you
Speak of me

lord
we
airbrushed
the
sacred sky
while
harvest hands
paint the
face of
the moon

Silent leaf
Lying here
upon this ground
Mimicking death
You make no sound

Almost autumn in the air
Do not wait for me
Almost time to paint the leaves
Do not wait for me
Almost a reason to etch this sky
Breathless heart, we meet again
Almost night ,this dark wine sea
Do not wait for me

Be this heaven,
So divine
Untouched, unblemished
The air unwinds
The voice of
Your deep blue eyes
Still moves me
This time,
Say that
You love me, and
So, shall I

The edge of
Your smile,
As free as
A bird
Now, we
Can fly