It's Never Too Late.
14 March, 2005
Author: Franca Adah
Lay helpless,staring confused
what stare's back i can't tell
night come and go,day salutes
A welcome of flute, welcome of dancers.
Drums echoe's, sounds beautiful
My leg dead could not hold anylonger
My body jiggle and wiggle all day long
With a hope of dancing once again for a second.
Yes! I can still feel the sound
Know's when it is alive in me
I can no longer bear this moment
For i am afraid I'll not live for a moment.
Jumping to my feet with a grace
A wonder i can not tell you yet
If only you can feel what I feel and do
I must dance to the beatings, for all that I desire.
For a moment I danced, I stood
For I can not yet believe the hearing
How long was it, a night, many nights or days?
Do not hold back, you must hang on a little while
Come,dance with me, for the beatings are true and alive.
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