It's a lonely Sunday 
with music for company 
a pen and paper 
So i write the day away 
to stop occasionally 
to dance and sing a little 
pick up a book and decide which world 
I'll become a part of tonight 
it wasn'supposed to be like this 
Was it?  I ask myself 
I look at the map in front of me 
and see how far away I am from home 
Friends are far away 
and I'm yearning for the comforts 
they could offer 
A warm smile, a tender touch 
A togetherness that can't be bought 
or replaced by anything else in this world 
Here, I'm still here 
Imagining my future in this place 
seems so empty and cold 
I just wait for tomorrow 
kowing that i'll be busy then. 

Sitting on soft ochre bristles, 
surrounded by bright orange gimbels, 
and technicolour shadows 
My chest expands 
my body fills witht the secret 
of mandarin zing 
and cruncy fallen leaves 
mmmm... 

The blood of the earth revealed 

The goat graze nearby 
I can hear them tear and chew, 
Ansum devoted and loving 
shows his curiosity 
to the winged creatures; 
so talkative today! 
The wind carries the remains 
of the summer warmth, I close my eyes 
the glowing blaze of the sun 
seeps through my veined flesh 
The home of God 
within each and everyone of us - 
tingling with sensation, 
heart's set afire! 
Enjoying Earth's incoherent peace 
the purity of life.