Passion

Last night I went to sleep as a child
Only to wake up this morning and find out I was a man
In my hands I discovered the tools and the rage of my father
And in my heart I found the love and the fears of my mother

Confrontation between the night and the day
The land and the sea
The fire and the air
The sacred and the profane
The holy and the unholy
The focused and the misdirected
The bully and the flesh
The mind and the spirit
The sound and the air
The oppressor and the resister
The brother and the sister

We are not walking the ghosts of the dead
We are alive
With the spirit of our passion

(African chant)