I know of a hero
An African descent
A motherland vision
Not a thing but a beauty
Not a He but a She
The only weapon she carries around
Is a open heart
hard work
Caring
Confidence
And hopes that after a decade in this land?
She’ll be back in the motherland with the love of her life
And that is if only papers were free
If only if only
Seeing a drop of water falling from that long lashes of yours
Only left a sharp pain across my heart
If only I know how to heal a wound
I would heal yours in a heart beat