We are aware of the flesh, the bone and the blood
Their function to get us through the living world
But what of the spirit?
Where lay those that ate fruit that hung off trees
When the Earth only had the birds to listen to
The mystic world has always been a guide for the African
A way to reconcile the African with their reality
Although that road is dark, it brings light...it gives life
In this performance we take a stroll through the dark road
VIn order to make it the other side
And return as the guide
For the being laying at the door step
R e m n a n t s of my soul remain
I feel I'm ready for the next step
Conscious of my missteps
I hope my kin won't fall victim and be blind
When my body becomes the dust of the earth I hope you will reply