[male
vocals] (
Soft,
sustained
synth
pad) (
Breath-filled,
close-mic
vocal)
Oh,
the
dust
of
Mkushi
remembers.
The
seeds
we
planted,
the
love
we
grew.
This
is
for
the
Manjimela
spirit.
We
were
children
of
the
earth,
born
to
peasant
hands
Dirt
beneath
our
fingernails,
walking
on
empty
lands
My
mother’
s
kin
turned
their
faces
to
the
wall
Left
us
to
the
shadows,
left
us
to
the
fall
With
no
one
to
look
to,
no
shelter
from
the
rain
My
father
stood
tall,
through
the
hunger
and
the
pain
He
sought
a
better
future,
a
promise
in
the
grain
Working
for
Mr.
Moffat,
holding
fast
against
the
strain.
Oh,
Alice
Manjimela,
the
story
in
your
veins
Nine
souls
started,
through
the
losses
and
the
gains
Four
sons,
four
daughters,
a
house
built
on
prayer
Though
the
wind
has
stolen
some,
we
still
feel
them
there
We
are
the
branches,
we
are
the
light
Keeping
the
fire
burning
through
the
longest
night.
We
were
nine
in
total,
a
crowded,
loving
row
But
death
is
a
thief
that
doesn't
care
how
we
grow
It
reached
out
its
hand
and
took
two
of
our
own
Leaving
us
six
standing,
to
reap
what
we
have
sown
Moses,
our
firstborn,
carrying
the
weight
Juriet,
our
sister,
steady
at
the
gate
Emilio,
our
brother,
taken
far
too
soon
Now
he’
s
resting
softly
beneath
the
afternoon
moon.
Oh,
Alice
Manjimela,
the
story
in
your
veins
Nine
souls
started,
through
the
losses
and
the
gains
Four
sons,
four
daughters,
a
house
built
on
prayer
Though
the
wind
has
stolen
some,
we
still
feel
them
there
We
are
the
branches,
we
are
the
light
Keeping
the
fire
burning
through
the
longest
night.
I
am
Alice,
the
fourth,
remembering
the
cost
Counting
every
blessing,
mourning
every
loss
From
the
farm
in
Mkushi
to
the
path
I
walk
today
I
carry
their
laughter,
I
hear
what
they
say
We
are
the
survivors
of
the
peasant's
hard
toil
Rooted
in
the
memory
of
the
red,
heavy
soil.
Father
gave
his
strength
so
we
could
learn
to
fly
Mother
gave
her
spirit,
looking
to
the
sky
Though
the
uncle's
door
was
locked,
our
hearts
were
wide
and
free
Building
up
a
legacy
for
the
ones
who
came
to
be
We
are
the
six,
standing
firm,
standing
brave
Honoring
the
quiet
beauty
that
the
past
gave.
Oh,
Alice
Manjimela,
the
story
in
your
veins
Nine
souls
started,
through
the
losses
and
the
gains
Four
sons,
four
daughters,
a
house
built
on
prayer
Though
the
wind
has
stolen
some,
we
still
feel
them
there
We
are
the
branches,
we
are
the
light
Keeping
the
fire
burning
through
the
longest
night.
Rest
in
peace,
Emilio.
Rest
in
peace,
brothers
lost.
We
carry
on.
We
carry
on.
For
the
family,
for
the
roots. (
Fade
to
silence
with
sustained
pad)