Blackwell

Grandmother?
Can you hear me?
Can you see me?
Do you know who I am?
Oh, please. Please say my name.
I only want to talk with you again.
Death’s embrace cannot, a memory, erase,
But, it seems it can soil a dream.

Look into the faces,
Of the people as they walk by;
So little time.
Listen the winds blow.
Listen to the sounds of life.
You’ve got to follow your heart.
Don’t follow their fatalistic lies.
And when your time has come,
You can open your eyes …
And fly.

I sought to escape in the arms of a dream,
But dreams are never as safe as they seem.

(1984)

Lyrics: Wicasta Lovelace
Music: Wicasta Lovelace

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