The She

I know of a hero An African descent A motherland vision Not a thing but a beauty Not a He but a She The only weapon she carries around Is a open heart hard work Caring Confidence And hopes that after a decade in this land? She’ll be back in the motherland with the love of her life And that is if only papers were free If only if only Seeing a drop of water falling from that long lashes of yours Only left a sharp pain across my heart If only I know how to heal a wound I would heal yours in a heart beat