Daybreak Brings Strength

In the early morning a little bird on my windowsill,
Held in it’s tiny beak a struggling worm,
A natural game of cat and mouse,
Was ended in the beginning of a cycle of songs.

The strings of life held together by Jah,
Twist and Tangle,
Weaving Tight.

Our father’s lands burn,
While Babylon rejoices,
Inside the prison walls the roots grow deep-
                                                  The Roots Grow Deep

The harder the winds,
The stronger, the harder we fight to be Free.

Every battle won is a freedom gained in the soul of time,
Every root covered in fresh earth beneath,
Will triumph over the blood of defeat.

The bird takes flight,
With a full stomach,
And a purpose in mind,
Skims the tops of the trees entrenched in Gaia,
      Aya! Aya!
                  It Goes-
                              Forward
                                  To fight another day.