It's a sad yet comfortable fact isn't it? That one day we will all disappear. Vanish into energy, can't you hear it? The faint cries of mothers tears.

We are not bound to this world We are not from here We do not see, only peer For our eyesight is blinded by fear.

It's okay child, its okay. Rest now and grow those wings Fly fly fly away It is come. It's your time to sing.

Collaboration piece with Regina Wamba