take this soul and make it sing

She’s a walking tree
Still standing through storms
Powerful voice and her magical harmony
Undefeated from battles
Safe place from fault lines
Number counts, she gets younger
She inspires, she takes a piece of her
Unbelievably strong to speak from the heart
Blue is a piece of misery, she turns into art
Singing the blood, shows that it’s alright 
It makes you believe with who you are
It jumps off a cliff and believes we can fly
Throw your broken bones 
Nothing’s going to be fixed, unless you’re brave
Walk these roads, spark the flames
Let the blue glow like a star
Remember, the soul never breaks
Stronger and awake, running wild and dream big
Too young to be hurt, too young to quit
Falling from the clouds
Catch by the song
She’s a singing bird
Close to the nature, smile like the wind
Uncontrollable hands
Golden eyes with the fire in her lips
Hard to breathe, but we’ll do it again
We don’t die because of sorrow
Our feelings can be dead, because we stop to fight
She doesn’t have to pour the pixie dusts
She screams so loud, putting us up
She writes on our skin
Be hopeful, we don’t believe in luck
We pictures the good and let it live inside our mind
We’re young because of love and war, 
We’re old souls through the lies, and we see the truth
There might be no shelter, but she knows where to go.

The girl you'll never get over

Don’t be friends with her
After you’ve broken up and walked away
Its better that you leave her there
In that moment when everything went astray

Because if you take her with you
You’ll keep looking for her face in every girl you meet
No laugh will ever be as joyful as hers
And nobody will make your soul sing the way she did

You let her go without a fight
Now she’s gone
And with her went everything that was bright
You didn’t look back then
Hurtful and proud
And she wasn’t the one to beg
But her teary eyes were screaming so loud

Now you remember how her kisses made you feel
How tenderly she touched your scars and all the hurt began to heal
But you’ve moved on now
With someone who looks nothing like her

So it’s better to leave her there
In memories that can be cherished forever
If it’s meant to be you’ll meet again
And this time you’ll treat her better
But deep down you’ll always remember
As the girl you’ll never get over

What if we stopped loving people when they stopped loving us? I mean I know it sounds nice at first. But could you imagine?
You’re cooking dinner or taking a shower and all of a sudden you feel your love for someone hop out of your chest and just float away?
You could be in the middle of writing them a message, middle of a conversation, singing to them in the car, making love to them, planning your wedding.
And in the middle of any of those things you’d feel your own heart stop calling their name… I mean knowing the EXACT moment somebody falls out of love with you?
That would be soul crushing… That would be a real heartbreak.
—  Jordyn Byrd — I’d rather love you forever.

It’s all about balance. Find the balance in your life. Connect more, love more, take the time to appreciate the things and people you allow in your life. Step outside of yourself and feel everything around you, take it in. Enjoy the simple, small moments worth enduring pain and loss for. Embrace change. Be mindful of what you put in your body and the people you allow to feed your soul. Sing if you want to. Dance if you want to. Make a wholesome meal for your family. Help someone. Love your body. Dare to love someone else. Go to the gym. Write a song. Chase a dream. This is the year for prosperity. This is the year for growth and moving forward. This is the year of mindfulness. This year will be what you make of it. Don’t waste it.

fall out boy... let me write your setlist

• novocaine and phoenix mashup
• bang the doldrums 72 times
• the entire folie à deux album
• the kids aren’t alright while joe and andy crowd surf
• soul punk patrick making a return
• instrument swap: joe singing, andy on guitar, patrick on bass, pete on drums
• live reenactment of the young blood chronicles (with random crowd members as the other characters)
• covers of each of the boys’ favorite song
• twin skeleton’s (hotel in nyc) for nine hours straight
• dance party on stage while uma thurman is played

i am exploring new ways of gathering money for my travels & to build a nest at some point. something that makes my heart bloom. something that lifts my soul & feels right and true. something creative. something beautiful. many ideas & visions are coming to light… writing a book. work with a friend in India (primitive tribal craft job offer ~). busking on the street. playing ukulele & singing. crochet clothing & crafts. making macrame crystals necklaces. take magical photographs through my travels & sell prints. make herbal & natural medicine and self care products ~ lip balms, body scrubs, tinctures, flower essences, healing mixes, soaps, tooth powder, herbal wild teas. selling energy balls on festivals & anywhere. start a vlog on travelling & living connected with nature & returning to our roots & rainbow life & natural diy products & endless things more… get random jobs while travelling. picking fruit & anything that flows… become a yoga teacher. so many possibilities. what a wonderful thing to know that we are choosing our life in each moment. if we don’t feel happy, we must see what it truly is that is making us feel not aligned with our heart purpose anymore… & change it. there are always solutions. always. there is always a path towards light & bliss. darkness & suffering is part of the journey but as teachers & helpers of our growth. but it’s not our natural tendency… light is in all our hearts. we are meant to be under the trees, in~joying each sacred present moment, finding joy in the simplest things, following our hearts & dreams, walking barefeet, smiling, hugging, learning, growing… loving infinitely. keep strong in your heart. always shine the light. if you’re not happy… sit down with yourself, breathe & ask yourself what is truly the root of that feeling. & how can you change it or accept it or see it in a different light. ❤ we are all in this together. i love you all so much.


The Devil Went Down To Paris
(can and should be sung to the tune of The Devil Went Down To Georgia)

The Devil went down to Paris, he was lookin’ for a soul to steal
Saw Blaise Pascal hunched over a scroll and he said “Let’s make a deal.
I’ve heard you play the fiddle; well, I’m a fiddle-player too
So I bet your soul against a fiddle of gold, cause I think I’m better than you.”

Said Pascal: “Monsieur Le Diable, I can sing and I can dance
And I’m better than you - yes, I’m sure it’s true, ninety-nine percent plus chance
And that fiddle of gold, well, if it were sold, it could feed me pretty well
But there’s infinite disutility out of any chance of Hell

So my calculations tell me that my answer must be ‘Non’
Now take your poisoned deals, say au revoir, and get thee gone.”

Pascal, set your gains as X, and make your losses Y
Estimate your chance of winnin’ and cross-multiply
On one side, P sub win times value (fiddle made of gold)
And on the other, P sub loss times soul!

Well, smoke comes out of the Devil’s ears, but in his heart he knows he’s beat
Since he can’t get a soul he switches his goal, cause revenge to him is sweet
And he says “I’ve been outwitted, sure, and I guess I’m leavin’ soon
But I’m still your guest, and I’ve one request: lemme fiddle you a tune.”


The Devil puts down his fiddle, and now Pascal takes up his.
And he plays a tune he’s been workin’ on, and it sounds a lot like this:

Fire on the mountain, run boys run
One one one one two one one
Three three one one four six four
One one five and fiddle some more.“

Says the Devil "It’s infinitely bad to end that song and dance
And I won’t tell you why, and I probably lie, but can you really take that chance?”
Blaise fills with trepidation as his calculations all turn out the devil’s way.
And they say in the Paris catacombs, his ghost is fiddlin’ to this day.

He’s playin’: “Fire on the mountain, run boys run
One one one one two one one
Three three one one four six four
One one five and fiddle some more.”

@slatestarscratchpad (lyrics), @michaelblume (vocals)

Just in case anyone following me hasn’t seen this. I saw it some time ago, but it’s incredible.

Socrates said, “The misuse of language induces evil in the soul.” He wasn’t talking about grammar. To misuse language is to use it the way politicians and advertisers do, for profit, without taking responsibility for what the words mean. Language used as a means to get power or make money goes wrong: it lies. Language used as an end in itself, to sing a poem or tell a story, goes right, goes towards the truth.
A writer is a person who cares what words mean, what they say, how they say it. Writers know words are their way towards truth and freedom, and so they use them with care, with thought, with fear, with delight. By using words well they strengthen their souls. Story-tellers and poets spend their lives learning that skill and art of using words well. And their words make the souls of their readers stronger, brighter, deeper.
—  Ursula K. Le Guinm
take care of yourself. drink water, eat plants, go to bed early even if people think it’s lame. read for pleasure, spend some time doodling even if it seems like a waste, listen to music that makes your heart sing, grow plants in your room and learn how to take care of a living thing. watch cartoons, talk to yourself, laugh at stupid jokes. let your soul breathe.
—  things i’m teaching myself

“I was thinking today
That we’re all gonna die one day
And I was thinking of all the things that I take for granted
And sometimes I forget how blessed I am

And I just wanted to say that if you’re ever feeling down
Truly take a moment out of your day to think of everything that you cherish

Go squeeze someone you love
put your heart and soul into that hug
and don’t let go until you both can’t breathe

Go make a friend with someone completely random

Hold the door open for someone
and if they don’t even acknowledge you
just smile

never stop smiling

And if you’re ever feeling lost
take a chance
If you’ve got nowhere to go any road will get you there

and sing
Like no one’s watching

If you like someone
tell them

Laugh at the stupid jokes only you and your best friend find funny
Laugh until your stomach hurts

And if you’ve ever been mean to anyone
And never got the chance to say sorry
Life’s too short to waste your time being a jerk

And if people are mean to you for no reason
Screw ‘em

Be yourself because nobody else can be

And if you want to cry
Let it out

Expectation is the root of all heartache
The best thing to do is to stop thinking
And to just let things happen

And if the world ever makes you feel small
Look up at the stars and know someone somewhere is doing the same thing

and just because today might’ve been a terrible day
doesn’t mean tomorrow won’t be the best day of your entire life
you just have to wake up and get there

We learn from experience that we never really learn anything from experience
We never know what’s gonna happen
and that’s the thing about life
You just have to breathe every moment in like it’s your last

And never look back.
And never regret.
And always stay happy.”

—  Stay Happy by Dakota Wint
56. haze

Originally posted by herewegobebe

Title: haze

Pairing: Choi Minho/Reader

Summary: The best way to make your morning beautiful is food, sunlight and the love of your life.

Request: Minho takes care of his clumsy girlfriend.

The best way to learn you love somebody; it’s when you see the beauty in them even in the simplest of times. The morning had been as usual; the birds singing their melodies outside her window as the little strikes of sunshine made their appearance through the curtains; however, her hands reach for the other side of the bed, and a part of her expected to see her boyfriend by her side, his feet a little bit out of the bed as he has an arm sprawled over his face. Instead, she just feels the coldness of the other side of the bed, and surely, it was pleasing to feel her tired limbs getting that refreshment from the bed, but she was worried. Had Minho come home last night?

A yawn leaves her lips as she sits up on the bed, running her hands through her hair as she makes her way out of the bedroom. Last night, she had gone to sleep wearing one of Minho’s shirts, instantly missing him when he sent her a text indicating that he was going to arrive late, if not at midnight because of practice. The material was a lot softer and it seemed to linger with his usual cologne, hence why she adored to steal some of his clothing from time to time.

However, she stops walking towards the kitchen when she hears a soft snore.

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Fun musical date ideas

Practising in adjacent practice rooms. Applauding through the wall periodically

Going to a fancy piano showroom. Playing heart and soul on every piano, make intelligent comments about the action and timbre, and seeing how long it takes for you to be kicked out

Any kind of co-operative musical instrument playing. One piano hand each? Sure. I play the chords and you strum? Absolutely. You finger and I blow….? Yes?

You tell me my audition pieces sound great while I cry about the inevitability of my musical failure

Attending a random school’s Christmas concert. Enjoying the refreshments, critiquing the performance and relishing the freedom of anonymity

Attending a small local church’s carol service. Sing descants (whatever your voice part) with gay abandon and remain serious, whatever looks you get

Making each other playlists

Cuddling and paying ‘name that tune’

Testing each other on scales - playing it right earns a kiss ;)

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And last but certainly not least is our golden maknae, Jeon Jungkook or Kookie

  • He would be a dance teacher
  • Much like Hobi, he has a passion for dancing (and singing of course) and he’s such an incredible dancer
  • He has such a stage presence when he dances and his eyes do the thing where they get really intense and just stare into your soul
  • I just really love the way he dances like he makes it looks so easy and he lifts grown men like its the simplest task like h ow ??
  • I just really want to take a minute to appreciate how talented he is b le ss
  • He’d be serious when it came to the dancing portion of class
  • He would never be mean or anything like that but he wouldn’t allow his students to slack off
  • He’s a passionate person and it’d show when it came to his teaching
  • He wouldn’t be afraid to run through the choreography several times
  • He’d keep showing them until they had it down completely
  • His passion would rub off on his students a bit and they’d definitely try their hardest to get it right
  • He’d also be v v caring
  • If any of his students were injured in any way, whether it happened during class or from something else, he’d send them home immediately and make sure their injury was taken care of
  • He’d tell them to just relax and not strain it
  • “Think about it this way, the sooner you heal up, the sooner you can start dancing again, you can’t heal if you don’t rest so go home and chill”
  • When they did come back in, he’d double check to make sure their injury was fully healed and tell them to let him know if it acted up again bc their health was his top priority
  • Despite being serious about the actual dance, he’s totally okay with them joking around during breaks
  • He’s okay with them just calling him Jungkook but if they want to they can also use Mr. Jeon, he just leaves it up to them
  • He often invites Jimin and Hobi into the classes with him to the students can see the choreo done in different styles
  • They also offer up some tips and behind the scenes they sometimes help him choreograph
  • You’re a fellow teacher at the school
  • You two had bumped into each other so many times but he was a lil shy bunny and was like gotta go !!
  • You always thought he was cute and seeing him get all flustered whenever he tried to talked to made him all that much cuter
  • He’s highkey got a crush on you
  • You always see him dancing in his studio when you’re on your way out and sometimes you take a moment to just watch him dance bc he’s s o good
  • When you do try to come in and talk to him to tell him he’s an amazing dancer, he just kinda gets red and is like wh at how much of that did you see I didn’t think anyone was here ??!!?!?!
  • One night, he and Jimin stay behind to work on the choreography for the next dance Kook would teach
  • When Jimin sees you walking by he’s immediately just like hey come watch tell us if you like it and kook is honestly just o.o
  • “What’re you doing Jimin no do not open that door JI M IN”
  • Jimin’s just wants to see kookie and you together bc he knows how much kook likes you and he can see that you like him too so to him its just the obvious thing to do
  • It takes a minute of convincing but finally Jungkook gives in and does the dance with Jimin to get your opinion
  • You always love their choreography so this is just like heaven for you
  • You have to give them a lil round of applause when they’re done bc as always its amazing
  • Jimin’s just like hey I gotta go but you two keep chatting and before he leaves he kinda just whispers a “he likes you” into your ear and then he runs bc kook heard it
  • You’re just kinda :) bc now kook is just twice as !!!! as he was before
  • You decide to make the first move since he’s trying to mumble out an excuse to leave
  • You kiss his lil red cheek and just smile when he turns heart eyes
  • “I like you too”
Shattered Glass

Fake it till you make it
What if I want to escape it?
Just let me explain it
They, you must obey it
I wish I could rename it
I now have skill to contain it
But a jar that is overfilled
Will still find a way to break the seal
So until then I just stage it
Impurities? Just bake it
They, I try to wake it
Do they hate it or afraid it
Please just take it
I cannot bear it
I am a jar about to burst
Fireworks. One with the atmosphere
My soul sprawled out
The blasts harmonize
Singing a song of love
I thought I made it but
It seems to be the fuze died out on earth
The whole thing
I’ve mistaken it
I must unmake the fake
Yet I’m afraid it’s too late

061; runaway!jungkook

“I’ll pick it up after work.” (061)

Jungkook was your first love. The one that taught you joy can be made with a smile, hands are meant to hold, not hurt. To reach out and touch, feel the heartbeat thump against your palm as it soothes the aching within your soul. Eyes are for remembering every feature sculpted on his face, taking note of the facial expressions he’d make. Ears are to listen, to the beauty in what life could bring than taking in the harsh words; making room for music, the voice when he sings, for when he spells out I love you with and without looking at you.

Jungkook is your first love.

He’s the one you ran away with because it got too hard to fit in with everyone else. The days weren’t always brought out of rainbows and sunshine, similar to the dark clouds invading your vision from the moment you wake up. It was a promise made between the pair of you the night before it happened. Packed bags, a written letter, a departure of a goodbye you won’t miss; a hand for you to hold, his presence as a whole before the runaway began.

“N-No turning back,” Jungkook breathes, the words echoing into your ears and it’s all you can hear as you nod, trying to keep firm, “No turning back,”

“I love you, Y/N,” He murmurs the moment the both of you settle on the train, his lips pressed to the back of your hand, the words shaking your bones and trembling what’s left of your itty bitty heart that Jungkook completes. Turning to look at him, eyes sparked with a decision that won’t be regretted years down the road, you lean in to press a kiss to his cheek, whispering after, “I love you, Jungkook.”

Now a few years down the road, settling down in an apartment not too far from where Jungkook works, from where you work, from where the both of you attend college together, it seemed like the perfect life. Though, you don’t know what the future holds, all you can hope for is the best while working for it at the same time. That included now when you’re wiping the countertop of your station before going back to whipping up batches of orders you’ve received. Being hired as a barista had it perks—you get to analyze and observe the types of people that came around and stayed for an hour or two; some sparing only ten minutes but overall it’s a different experience you’ve yet to live.

As you pour in the coffee beans into the machine, Jimin’s voice rings you out of your focus, his outstretched arm facing his phone to you, “He couldn’t get to you,” Jimin snickers. Patting your hands on your apron, you get ahold of his phone, smiling out of gratitude before putting the phone by your ear, “Hey, Kookie, I’m sorry I think I left my phone in my bag in the locker,”

“I know, which is why I called hyung first,” Jungkook snorts, and you roll your eyes, but continue to juggle on your shoulder, pressing it to your ear as you fill up the container, “Mhm, okay. What’re you calling for, photo boy? Aren’t you on duty today?”

“Well excuse me for calling up my girlfriend, yeah? And we’re on break now! I’ve gotten a few nice shots that’ll earn me a bonus so hush it, you,”

Chuckling, you seal the lid shut and tap on the few buttons on the machine before it starts grinding the beans, the aroma of coffee scenting the place as you stand straight, hip against the counter, “What do you need, handsome?”

“I forgot to tell you that I can’t pick up our laundry. Boss said he wanted me to follow along until the celebration party and I’ll be able to get a couple of hours of OT for that so… could you…?”

Shaking your head, you coo softly, “What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn’t help out, huh?”

“Hey! You—“

“Oh calm down pretty boy,” You take a side glance to Jimin, who fakes a barf before he continues to take the customer’s order, “I’ll pick it up after work,”

Jungkook laughs quietly over the phone and as much as you would like to indulge in the sound of his voice, you can’t when Jimin’s—“One hot caramel macchiato and an iced green latte!”

“Kookie, anything else? Gotta get going before Jimin kicks my ass,”


“I don’t think so but, ah! I—” beating him to it, you “—I love you, Jungkook-ah,”

Jimin starts to tease you, making kissing sounds and you manage to elbow him at the stomach before he grunts away, getting started on one of the orders and you’ve yet to remember this is his phone. But everything fades out and only the sound of Jungkook’s voice sends a thousand kisses onto your skin, reaching anywhere and everywhere as the syllables falls from his lips.

“I love you, Y/N.”

Kurt Wagner’s Christmas HC!

• He definitely loves to cook dinner for his guests. He knows he nails it, so he’ll make his friends and family more than enchanted
• He goes all over the mansion singing Christmas carols, in both English and german. His favourite ones are “I’ll be home for Christmas” and “Let it snow”. This last one being the one that makes the rest of the X-Men sing along, at least just a bit (even Logan gets to hum it)
• Kurt buys a x-mas present for each and every single living soul in the mansion, and he doesn’t make it public, but his sweetheart takes much more than just one present from her fuzzy blue boyfriend <3
• Kurt loves telling jokes around during dinner, and sometimes he makes more than one spit out the eggnog, and in the worst cases, it comes out of their noses
• After a while of not seeing Kurt, you can totally find him “accidentally” under the mistletoe right when you walk under it. Again, “accidentally” ;3
• On December 5th, he dresses up as Krampus, and goes around pranking and disturbing his friends, especially the ones he know are kinda naughty, but on the 6th, he dresses up as Santa and gives away candies for everyone, especially the younger kids, cuz, ya know, both Santa and Kurt love little kids :3
• Once Kurt found a reindeer and teleported it to the mansion to show it to the kids… It went as bad as it seemed it would be, but now the memories make everyone laugh
• Kurt is the first to begin with the decoration around the mansion as soon as the clock hits 12:00 at the X-mansion on December 1st. He loves Christmas to death
• As to the kids, they love to spend their mornings making cookies with uncle Kurt, and he loves to teach them how to at least once a week all December
• Since Kurt came to the mansion, there are Adventskranz all over the place so people can enjoy it (you know, those calendars with 24 or 25 little boxes which represent the days till Christmas, and he fills them with either blossoms or german candies)
• Kurt is one of the top eaters during the holidays. He once told Kitty he gained 4 kg (about 10 pounds) during this time of the year a few years ago
• Once Kurt went a little too far with the eggnog, and he barely woke up the next morning. He said it was “the worst hangover of his life!” and that he would never ever drink it after that so… He stays as far as he can from the eggnog
• On the night of the 24th, Kurt loves to make up games for everyone in the mansion: scrabble and Pictionary are the favourite ones, perhaps no one ever plays uno or monopoly (because of its reputation. You don’t wanna get any X-Men mad in one of those games…)
• Kurt also likes to dance during the holidays, and trust me, he dances his tail off! You’re lucky if he asks you to dance with him and you can keep his pace (cuz he’s got the moves like Jagger!)
• And last but not least, since Kurt is so religious, he keeps everyday in his mind what the Christmas is for. And he loves to remember His birth. Perhaps, he respects everyone who doesn’t share their beliefs, because he knows that they deserve as much respect as everyone else, and they all get love <3

Merry Christmas, tumblr people! And a lovely and amazing new year!

[Request by @deadpoolmarverlousanna, Danke, mein freund :3]

anastasiabancks  asked:

What sort of music do you listen to? Do you recommend any good songs? ✨

so ummm the thing is i can listen to anything and im perfectly fine with everyones taste of music BUT if u see my playlistSSS you’ll probably find most of my music being from genres like:
🍑(indie) folk
🍑all kinds of rock
🍑indie pop
🍑(alternative) hip hop

what do i recommend????? EVERYTHING can u believe how incredible music is¿¿ it’s like words that are someones thoughts and feeling sand they’re telling YOU their story & what’s on their mind HOW AMAZING IS THAT !! and when they finally have had the courage and enough words to write down how and what they feel -they take an instrument and MAKE a melody to sing what they feel ‘cus they want it to be out there and they want to help others who could relate to their words to maybe get over a hard breakup or loss and most of all it’s their way to help themselves and YOU can wow i could go on for ever BUT this year (lol) i have been loving and redescovering TWENTY ONE PILOTS oh! my! god! they! are! incredible!! i cannot get enough of them!

ps. ya know spotify does these discover weekly playlists and i just found JESSARAE - MILK & HONEY if you haven’t heard it it’s a must !!! if u did read this all through ty for ur attention i love u & i still cant answer shortly!!

Wes Craven

So sad to hear of the passing of this great writer/director who was the genius behind some of most iconic horror characters. 

Some of the films he had written and/or directed were…

The Last House on the Left (1972) & (2009)
The Hills Have Eyes (1977) & (2006)
Swamp Thing (1982)
A Nightmare on Elm Street (1984)
Shocker (1989)
Scream (1996) Scream 2 (1997), Scream 3 (2000)
Cursed (2005)
My Soul to Take (2010)
Anything Freddy Krueger related  

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Thank you for the Horror films you written/directed.

Thank you for making me terrified of little girls playing jump-rope and children singing; and ensuring I’ll never buy a house that was on Elm Street. 

When I was younger your movies were always picked for slumber parties when we needed a scary movie. (Shout out: Scream!) 

Thank you, Wes. You will be missed!

Wes Craven 

Extract from Vusi Mahlasela - When You Come Back

This is the unknown grave

The one who died maintaining his might
His will been so strong and musically inclined
His sad melodies coming out like smoke from the woody fire
Confessing who died last night,
Who died this morning,
And why

One dangerous mind for million graves
Look down into the grave and do not weep

Skeletons confessing the last of music, culture and belief
Skeletons confessing the age of lamentations,
The age of broken minds and souls

I picked up the soil from this unknown grave and blew it up with the wind as to make reference one day

And I said

Mayibuye iAfrica
Sing now Africa
Sing loud
Sing to the people
Let them give something to the world and not just take from it

And we’ll ring the bells when you come back
We’ll beat the drums when you come back home

Our lost African music will turn into the music of the people
Yes, the people’s music, for the people’s culture
And I’ll be the one who’ll climb up the mountain
Reaching for the top of our Africa days
While the poor women working for the lazy