Iya (feat. Abidemi Alli-Odunsi)

The sun sets in the golden eye of the sky The clay pot is broken The journey starts in its weary miles unknown My mother is wrapped in the wave of the wind The dry leaves have dropped Sands lust for sands The dusty feet of earth is brown The dane gun answers cold Regiment ants run in disarray The stream flows,she does not greet The dog runs and heeds no hunters warning The ears of today do not hear my mother speak My mother Do you remember the break of the hymen! The cut of the binding chord Do not deprive me the milk of your pregnant gourds... And the long shawl of perseverance tears,I cannot mend My mother turns at the echo of silence Whoever knows the dove that perches that on branchless seas,should call my mother home I will my wealth to time I am the worm of her womb,the dream of her days, The existence of her faith My mother Bring me back to the child I used to be To the safety of the arms I first knew Where God reigned supreme, to pamper the beauty of my innocent flaws Your face in every mirror I see I am here today to sing this lullaby softly To tender your bed and nurture your sleep Deep into the beauty of your sweat I am sunken and grown,blown and sown unto farther fields with the seeds of your deeds. I sail free in the sea of your love The portrait of your careless laughters,I hold unto My mother This heart bleeds,the pains I cannot feel Where are the stars that eulogise the night times dark Where's the blazing crown of the noon Sun The hands that wiped away my infant tears That taught my faith not to fear The sea prides in her robes of many waters Earth,in her garment of littered sands Gathering tales reknown of age And I,I am at the helm of black rain clouds Where little children run at play Yes. The camels and the caravans have gone The seasons have come to take their turns The wandering fowls have gone to roost Do not trouble the soul at rest My mother blossoms underneath his sovereign care My mother,this heart bleeds,the pain,I cannot feel