Tionana (until we meet)

There is a place in Africa where children play outside

where dust floats high upon the air and colors red the sky

where mother’s work is always done with babies on their backs

slumbering still and sweet protected in their wrap

there is a place in Africa where laughter soars on high

where little hands reach up to hold the stranger’s walking by

where smiles are one true gift to give and hand on heart say all

where songs are sung with every word as from the lips they fall

there is a place in Africa where golden suns abide

where settings are more powerful than daybreak can provide

where night unfolds a full array when all the work is done

where dreams of wildness in the bush allow the lions to run

there is a place in Africa where once my feet did roam

and where a piece of heart will stay with those who call it home

there is a place in Africa

                   where children play outside