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)