Blind Fold II
We were a beautiful story of nature, happy and rich with life With beliefs strong as the oak tree, the Golden Stool was our prize Majestically descending from the clear skies in sunshine and rain, full of life With a cautious prophecy of the impending test Then they came, riding the waves, in beautiful floating houses They came when the shores were empty, to lurk and hide for days They revealed their pale skins and faces Hospitably, we took them to our homes; our stubborn mistake Our new friends taught us how to pray with our eyes closed Closed so we can communicate with the Spirits Our eyes Closed so we don’t get distracted Our eyes Closed so we don’t see what’s happening around us Our eyes Closed; the blindfold of their prayer Our new friends taught us how to praise with our hands lifted high High so we can leave what we held Our hands high so we lose our guard Our hands high so we surrender our land Our hands high ready for the chains So we learnt...
