By Alaya Battalia
Vibrations rumble making echoes in my mind Echoes turn to whispered words One wave harsh one wave soft The harsh wave strikes piercing to the bone Booming into existence The other sneaks into being Rising and falling in the beat of life Beautiful words make melancholy melodies That tingle with serene divinity Making songs that tune to a happy heart The voices that are sung reflect Back to the past of these two strong cultures Back to when the west was won And the south was conquered They sing of civilizations clash And mans seemingly lust for war Chanting with prayers to harmonize For the world to have one tone The tone of happiness
©2005 by Alaya Battalia