Ivory

I walk to the ocean waiting for mother to heal my aching soul How much cornmeal, wine and coffee can I offer for council, Yemaya I wish to wash the scent of sorrow out of my worn skin May I rest and be restored May I never forget this land Ivory I'm just trying to get my mind right I'm just trying to get my soul right To pick up the pieces of this story Shattered like broken glass I'm just trying to get my life right I will welcome the healing of tearful nights