My smile is stuck.
I cannot go back to your Frownland.
I cannot go back to your world of gloom
Where black jagged shadows
Remind me of the coming of your doom.
I want my own land.
Take my hand and come with me.
It's not too late for you.
It's not too late for me
To find my homeland.
My smile is stuck.
I cannot go back to your Frownland.
Always finding albums like this that I wish I discovered years ago. Love, love, love this, from the simple arrangements to the Bond theme and screams of 'I know the end'. BikeBoy29
Poet aja monet explores Black resistance, love, and joy with musical backing by Chief Adjuah, Weedie Braimah, Samora Pinderhughes, and more. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 9, 2023
The sound of movement enlightening the difference between loneliness and solitude…
“Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.” -or something to that effect…
azucena’s ghost