Hopelessly I stood listening to the breezes
As it makes a nice dazzling sound
I could not resist but listen to.
Birds mumbling sweet melodies enjoying
Their precious life with not to think of.
Sitting out here thinking about the ambition
That keeps burning the drive inside my heart
Stuck in a fantasy where I just keep dreaming
About a future that will never be
Vakuru vakati, “Zviroto ngazvisava zviroto”
But how can I fulfill my dreams whilst a strong
Rope is pulling me back whenever I try to take a step forward.
Living a life miserable filled with more special gift
And talents I cannot fulfill because I hold a past full of blood.
Yesterday generation shed so much blood for them to live a perfect life
Today tears are becoming my daily bread.
Who am I?
I’m just someone who keeps pushing to be somebody
Only to hold something my tomorrow will be proud of
Something that will separate me from my past
Crying out loud with a voice full of passion. The craving to archive more
I will get there
Yes, I will.
By Linda K