MY CALABASH

My calabash is filled with hope

Pure, carrying the wisdom my ancestors

The villagers might not believe in me

Yet we all walk on the sand with sanders

No one knows where the stream flows from

Yet it never runs dry as she flows down the valley

The sun may set in the morning from the east

It may rain heavily today down the south

It never stops a child from dreaming

I hold my calabash with expectations in my head

To fulfill the desire of a weary heart

Laugh at me if that's all you care

I will drink on behalf of you my foe

While you watch the stars Carrying my dreams

Someday I will sweep away the doubts in your mind

I will ask the birds to sing to your past

The gods to put on you, a garment is worn of pride

My calabash holds not just my dreams

But dreams of every soul lost or cast

Doesn't matter what you believe in

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