Wie is ons?

[Hierdie is die lirieke van my eerste Afrikaanse liedjie:]

Dorre vlaktes roep my naam,
In 'n taal wat ek verstaan.

Inmekaar en ingevou,
Nutteloos - ons moet onthou.

Wie is ons?
Wie is ons?

Hierdie hande voel so leeg,
Van-beloftes-sweer en trane pleeg.

As ek maar nog een keer kan,
Vasberade op kan staan.

Wie is ons?
Wie is ons? ( x 2 )

En ek weet nie mooi waar my huis is nie,
Nee ek weet nie mooi waar ek tuis is nie.

Verlede van 'n enkeling,
Môre wag dieselfde ding.

Nes my mense van die wind,
Is ek vry of is ek blind?

Wie is ons?
Wie is ons? ( x 2 )

En ek weet nie mooi waar my huis is nie,
Nee ek weet nie mooi waar ek tuis is nie...

Strayed

A boy walks down a street dusk-gold
Preceded by that twin so dark
Knowing now Sorrow's jealous mark
As he feels its weight so cold.

He edges to his home but strays
As his feet turns his soul around
Towards the whisper ocean sound
But ends up in the alleyways.

Never again was he heard or found
Until I peered at mirror glass
And found him cold and still, at last
Behind the lines and beard still bound.

Silent Night

When again I broke and fell
Besieged, assailed under the misty night
When they came across from hell
Black crows in that horror tight

I took one last breath of light
Right before the Red Moon shone
It's malice through charred wings in flight
And stood amids the fury alone.

This time no saviour to come
No voice over the frenzied drone
I knew my time was done
And stood amids the fury alone.

Cold Sun Afternoon

Sensitivities unfold painfully slow,
Flaking away to reveal the truth below;
An ugly length of time we managed to hide,
Our knowledge, acceptance of the great divide.
To voice the rift is to admit the guilt,
'So you're the one who broke what was built?'
Instead we sit and stare and pace,
In silent agreement of what we won't face.
Until once again, the numbness returned,
Wrapped even tighter over what once burned.