Up
Sometimes you wake up
And the purpose is just so clear
Ancestors talked to me
Said Bina
What are you doing here?
What are you fearing here
Little daughter
Why are you crying here?
What are you needing here
Little daughter
What are you asking here?
There is still so much
To be written
So many stories to be told
So many roads to be built
So many truths to unfold
Don’t you worry about foolish things
Little daughter
Don’t you worry about foolish things
Wake up
Stand up
And speak up
Up up up!
© Sabrina Moella