As the eerie sounds of gen gently occupy the empty nodes of air
And the beautiful birds make their way to heights above
Revelling in the birth of the beautiful new day with their melodious sounds
I lay on my bed with a darting eyeball,
My heart palpitating,
A wry smile on my face
I know this feeling
I'ts knocking again........
I remember your round face and your luscious hair,
Despite the buzz of the street, it's still beautiful to behold
Impeccable you make mentions, softly you air your views
Your gait is beautiful as that of an Haitian woman
woman covered in honey drop
I could have passed you for someone casted and formed from a place far from here
Alas you grew your first teeth here
I know this feeling
I'ts knocking again......
I'ts knocking again, yes its on my door
I got strucked, and it trailed me home
You occupy every bit of space
From the physical to my mind
I think I left you @ the door,
you make me dream again
I'ts knocking, yes its knocking,
sooner or later
We will say "I do"
An Ode to my drummer, an ode to the one I love.
