Thoughts they come and go like angels, like friends
They visit us as they please they whisper sweet nothings
And if we miss that moment then we've lost it forever
They won't repeat them
There are signs everywhere written
By our ancestors cause we don't listen to spirits
We ignore our spirits we shut them out
And lie to ourselves and say,
"this is a new life, this is my life"
They left signs where they made mistakes, they left signs to guide us
In the right direction
We are young, we our old, but the spirits have been here always and they know
They visit you in your sleep, and as soon as you wake up
You forget your dreams
They say, "this is not your life, nothing belongs to you
You don't exist"
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, you can't take anything from this place
But you can leave things behind
A strand of your hair holds secrets, fingerprints and footsteps
Tears that dissipate in the air and come down as rain
Blood stained hands and broken hearts
Words that dwell in the empty shells we called lovers and friends
Empty wombs and empty moments
You're always changing, moving and traveling fast
Leave something for your people
What will be your last word?
What will be your last meal?
Who will be your last companion?
Where will be your last step?
The bullet never hits the target you aim at
Go find your victim in the hearts of her mother,
Her father, her lovers and friends
What will you leave behind?