For a many nights I have been sleeping
And I know I may sleep to wake no more someday
These nights I dream,
When you see my dreams come true rejoice with me
Cos it’s a privilege
During the day when I stumble,
Don’t mock me
Sometimes the earth shakes and the mighty men fall
When I store up emotions and tears drop from my eyes
Still don’t mystify it, even the sky cries out rain
Knowing that rain blesses people’s grains
Every tear I cry will produce me joy and laughter
Every night in my life shall be followed by a new dawn
Surely my mourning will cease in the morning
My prayer will always end up with an answer
Even when my mouth seizes, my mouth speaks
My pen writes, my soul rises
Thus when I die, don’t mourn me
But mother the motherless and homeless
Just bury the body in the soil
Let the plants draw nutrients needed
Don’t build mansions over the dust and empty body
Rather shelter the living homeless and abandoned
Don’t feed the rich and mighty for my sake
Rather invite the poor and the hungry
This body too once lived on the streets
But picked, fed, cleaned and helped by an unseen hero
My spirit and soul disguised in this body
But I know so well that my body is dust
I’ll rather feed my spirit and soul
My body shall return to itself, ordinary dust!
Body is vanity as life
