Sarah

Swaying to the wind
But you can’t touch the sky
Woah woah woah
Woah woah woah
Naked as the day
Your born-to spat you out
Woah woah woah
Woah woah woah
Silly me, silly me
How can I not understand
Woah woah woah
Woah woah woah
Surely your
Waters run dry
Woah woah woah
Woah woah woah
Silly is the mind
Saying I can touch the sky
I am not born for this
I have to unlearn your intrigue
The allure
That makes them want to hurt you
Maybe then we’ll be free
Finally, finally
Woah woah woah
Woah woah woah
The shackles will fall away
The cages will open by our hand
The children will come out and play
Under the African sky
The pain will go away
The sun will shine again
The rain will come falling down
And the earth will be rich
And the earth will give us plenty
We’ll have enough
Woah woah woah
Woah woah woah
Until then
Sarah Selah
It may seem
You no touch no sky you know
Sarah Selah
It may seem
You no bathe in the sea of knowledge
It may seem
You’re stripped of the vision of the sun
It may seem
You’re stripped of the vision of the sun
Sarah selah