African Summer

My heart can't fly But it can walk high wire In a gale-force wind And roar like an African lion With pride and grace, I can sing. My heart can't lie But it sure can cry When I hear laughing hyenas Chasing away my lioness With another tribesman, like I & I My heart has trouble picking up the pieces Of ten thousand warring nations And healing the spirit of loves Broken, olive branch those reverberations. My heart is a prisoner of true unremembered feelings My heart is a spear-tip of all man's blood raged killings My heart is the fibre the hemp that binds this world In orbit around you girl… Oh, women, your love is the substance of mankind Oh, women do I make you feel full inside Because it's an African summer, outside And girl, there's nowhere to hide From this gravity the desire you are making me feel inside. Because it's an African summer, inside Oh, and heat-waves of passion rise Oh, gravity won't be pushed back by desires tides But it isn't gonna be that long before I'm once more again, tranquillized Sunstroke hypnotized... as these heat-waves of passion rise. 12.07/2000 edited 28/01/2016