Moffat Mbuzi (Chipata Zambia)
Dreams of my heart,
And of my soul passes me by,
Nothing seems to stay with me for so long:
But i have from childhood a deepest solace of music.
This life........; even dreams are fake,
It is rare that they become dear and fair,
For a thousand times has my heart been lifted up to the sky,
Then crushed down on earth with great velocity,
I cry a stream of tears............,
I moan as if a mighty thunder.............;
And then a mighty delude of hatred overflows in my heart,
But no matter how loveless i become.......,
No matter how dreamless i becme............,
There is always a spark of love in my heart,
That always ignites my faith into a flame of love.
Yet again i learn to forgive;
And still to love again.
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