When I die,
I want to die,
Not in a home built for the unknown,

But by the hand of a maasai.

When I sing,

I want to sing,
Sing like a lark as dawn beats the dark,
Let sweet melody set me free.


When I love,
I want to love,

Not like some swine with no $$#emblance of spine,
But like a flower loves sunshine.


The battlefield,
It rages on,
Heart against mind, the mean versus kind,

Small stones cause huge waves.

When I die,

I want to die,
Not in a home built for the unknown,
But by the hand of a maasai.