House by the sea

Martha paints, paints, paints
Sitting all alone, in her little house by the sea
And every moment passing brings him closer still
Yes, the one she loves the most.
Martha sews, sews, sews
Makes a little quilt, in her little house by the sea
And every door that's creaking brings a little smile
That soon he’ll be coming home.
Martha prays, prays, prays
By her dainty crib, in her little house by the sea
Cos every word of the letter makes it plain and clear
He won’t be coming home no more.

Martha dusts, dusts, dusts
Cleans up every inch of her little house by the sea
Cos when they bring the body, it will be like a king
Laying on a golden bed.
Martha waits, waits, waits
Counting up the stars above her little house by the sea
And every distant twinkle, like his gentle hand
Wipes away her silent tears.
Martha’s grey now
Sitting all alone in her little house by the sea
And every moment passing brings her closer still
To the one she loves the most
Martha’s gone now…

The Path

I sing for the little ones
For the women with their worries
I sing for the old and tired
Give the youth some hope and direction
I sing for the downtrodden
The beaten man in the gutter
I sing for the powerful
That they may be humble and learn to be kind
Change will come to the one who is ready
Face the truth and stand for justice
Too many days of pain and sorrow
Now is the time to make your move
 (Take that path of rebirth)
 (You should know that path)

I sing for the high and low
Of the ups and downs of life
Make the journey easier
For my brothers and sisters trapped in the struggle
I sing of ancient wisdom
To remind you in simple words
If your neighbor is not happy
There is no way you can be at peace
Sow your life, your talent and energy
Plant a tree today my sister
Provide shade for future wayfarers
Make this land better than we met it

Don't you worry about me
I’m just a flash of light passing through
Find the strength to make the change
And strive to be happy, strive to be free
There’s no reason to wallow in sadness
Stand up strong and raise your head
For the day of reckoning cometh
When we’ll be marching to the sound of freedom
Change will come to the one who is ready
Face the truth and stand for justice
Too many days of pain and sorrow
Now is the time to make your move


Thanks to Beautiful Nubia for this writing!