Scattered Leaves

With fear and trembling
Of our hopes unending
We wind our weary way home
Like scattered leaves
That settle where we’re blown
The good old stories
Are all death and glory
But worry’s what will get us in the end
Just endless rounds
Of hows and whys and whens
But regret’s a drug babe
It holds you down
And shakes you ‘till your lips are blue
Our search for purpose
Is one long reflective surface
Scratched from where
We’ve tried to change the view
Like an oak tree on its side
And an acorn where it blew
Teerere mudzimu dzoka Haaaa hoyiye
Mudzimu dzoka Kwaziwai changamire
Haaaa hoyiye Kwaziwai changamire
Teerere mudzimu dzoka Haaaa hoyiye
Mudzimu dzoka Kwaziwai changamire
Haaaa hoyiye Kwaziwai changamire