Those echoes keep reminding me Of a time and place we used to be A place I can feel where we were free When I close my eyes I can still see Like an ancient place in my memory And there were animals watching over me Giraffes eating from the trees Across the water blowing a gentle breeze Like dreams of my souls histories Where we could live with ease Before the scars miseries Can we go back to that place please Where our ancestors voices echo through the breeze Before men started writing decrees Before the land was full of disease Before people started dying in a seize These laws, I don't understand these Are these my memories or Rosemary's
