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Leavetaking

My child, ít’s hard to leave you now, It’s hard to walk away.
But I must go, I don’t know how, to fight if I should stay.

You need me, just like I need you, I know that deep inside,
But others need me more than you, I cannot run and hide.

You grow so fast, and if you’re still a child, you’ll grow up soon.
For me there’ll be no place to fill, you’ll do it on your own.

And have you ever seen the flood of joy in one who’s freed?
For that is worth my life, my blood, it’s all I’ll ever need.

One cannot measure out a life in goods or any way,
And so each slave is worth my strife, and so I cannot stay.

Dossoye child, I wish you all the love that I have known.
In loving one learn to love all, that is what I was shown.

And if he ever leaves, your love, as the one that I loved did,
Know that a tree will still grow tall if you don’t stay with it.

Behura child, I wish you strength, for strength has brought me far.
May you use it to show at length only what you are.

Strength canb e used for good or bad, the choice of it is yours,
But know each drop of blood you shed shall be taken from your course.

Bheni, I’m glad you’ll go with me and I need your support.
I pray you’ll always remain free and be your only lord.

I wish you all the grace I knew, from spirits you will see.
And gods that leave your choice to –you-. And ever gracefull be.

Infeliz.

Crying

Sometimes my silence cries for me, since I’ve got no room to yell,
and if you don’t listen, if you don’t see, you never will know me well.

And sometimes my gestures cry for me, for in them I can controll
the things that I keep tight in me, my pain and my fear for the fall.

And sometimes my songs will cry for me, they weep and wail my grief,
for in that sad story, in that lover’s plea, I can find a short relief.

And sometimes my dance will cry for me, the movements they flow like tears,
they flow like the waves, they flow like the sea, they flow like the seasons and years.

But never my eyes will cry for me, it seems I cannot let go,
I will always bear it, and I cannot flee from the pain that in me does grow.

Rhisa

The Smith’s Song

See how the fire sparks, see how it licks and glows,
see how it eats the wood, until it grows and grows,
see how the fire sings, see how the fire dances,
it sings: Shape me with your hands,
it sings: shape me with your will,
it sings: shape me with your mind,
and let me help you bring beauty in the world.

See how the air does swirl, see how it feeds the fire,
until it grows and grows, following his desire,
see how the air is dancing, see how the air does swirl.
it whispers: shape me with your breath
it whispers: shape me with your thoughts
it whispers: shape me with your dreams,
and let me help you bring beauty in the world.

See how the metal heats, glowing with a red light,
until it is so hot that it is glowing white.
See how the metal glows, see how the metal changes,
it clings: shape wme with your hands,
it clings: shape me with your hammer,
it clings: shape me with your dreams,
and let me help you bring beauty in the world.

Se how the water does extinguish metal’s gleam
it moves and boils and sloshes and is changed to steam
see how the water moves, see how the water flows,
it hisses: shape me with your will,
it hisses: shape me with your metal,
it hisses: shape me with your thoughts,
and let me help you, bring beauty in the world.

See how the girl is moving within your embrace
see how she seeks and finds the passion in your face,
see how the girl does sing, see how the girl is dancing,
she sings: shape me with your lips,
she sings: shape me with your hands,
she sings: shape me with your love,
let me help you, bring beauty in the world.

Rhisa

Song to a hard heart

Listen, I have got something to tell you, even if you are not here right now,
and what I’ll say is likely to surprise you, because you’ve not been listening somehow.

I know that you think that you have not hurt me, for after all I’m nothing but a slave,
but if you’d opened up your eyes you could see, that I have really felt the pain you gave.

And some people will say that I have asked it, because I give some men just what they need,
but let me tell you that I am not waiting for you to take your anger out on me.

And if you wonder why I’m telling you this, it’s because I did not know another way,
and I don’t even know if I will send this, cause I doubt that you will listen anyway.

Rhisa

Necessity

Lady, we who do not live below and Your beauty and wisdom know,
want to ask Your aid in this, with this one who was amiss.

He has tried to kill one of Your kind, but he left his luck behind.
Now he fell in his own trap, and had no choice but take a nap.

We cannot just let him go, he will trie again, we know.
But we do not wish him dead, can You give us aid in that?

Answer: Like a mother that brings new life, goodness comes through pain and strife.
But thou problems will be made undone, when those who’re parted again are one.
Noamuth

Into the dark

Noamuth where do you go, into the earth so far below,
where not a single thing does grow, Noamuth where do you go?

I go into the hollows steep, where the lightless creatures sleep.
I have crossed the chasms deep, and at the end there is Drow’s Keep.

Noamuth, please tell me too, who are those travelling with you?
Does this deep darkness make them blue? And tell me, what will be their due?

One of these humans is my friend, the other two I did not send.
I wonder if they comprehend the danger in which they descend.

Noamuth why do you seek the ones of whom I heard you speak?
Why do you go to them so meek, into the halls so dark and bleak?

I’ve come to seek my people here, to tell them of light’s joy and tear,
and of the laughter one can hear, of grass and flower, rain and deer.

Noamuth, can you not see, your people, who have exiled thee,
will never listen to your plea? Have you no wish to remain free?

I know the dangers that I face, and yet I’m pulled towards this place.
You know most Drow I cannot praise, but I’ll keep hoping in this case.

Noamuth, do you not fear, that you will find your death out here,
or towards a worse fate steer.. Will you then not shed a tear?

I know my fears; I shall not lie, but I’ve known love, I mustn’t cry.
Yet my fear doth run most high for those I shelter: they might die..
Noamuth

A Song about Life

When I lived in a far, far land, and was a little girl,
my father used to have his plans, wanted to wed me to one of his hands.
But I didn’t want to be a wife and give birth to child after child.

But someone came and rescued me, gave me a kitar and a flute.
Now I travel fare away, in lands not known to me yesterday,
I earn my money singing songs and making people smile.

But I was alone for a long time, I travelled on my own.
I felt that no-one understood, and that I surely never could
find one who would know me well and understand my way.

But someone came and rescued me, said: “I like your style.
My friends and I go through this land, will you give us a helping hand,
and make us all glad with your songs.” So now I finally belonged.

I fell in love with a kind brave man, and gave him all my heart.
But he had already pledged his lefe, told me he didn’t want a wife,
and then I oculd have died, for weeks on end I cried.

But someone came and rescued me, told me not to cry.
This wouldn’t be the last time I loved a man, and someone would answer my
feelings then.
And untill then what I had to do was wait and be myself.

Then my group went out to find a dragon fierce and strong.
We went after one who knew where it was, but he was cruel and had no heart.
When he got mad at something small, he tried to make me pay.

But someone came and rescued me, showed herself to him.
I didn’t receive his punishment, and he was left there in his tent.
And I could go away from him, and go on to my friends.

So now we are to find this beast and I am rather scared.
But I have my friends to care for me and all alone I’ll never be,
so I will go and face my fears and do my very best.
Torilas

Lullaby

Lullaby, lullaby, sleep my little baby,
lullaby, lullaby, sleep my little child.
Safe in my womb, safe in my belly,
safe beneath my heart, sleep my child.
Ajilina

The Dark and Hidden Parts

Marcia, my loved one, I never understood,
why people hurt each other, I never thought they could.
But lately I was forced to see into another’s heart
and I am scared by what I find, in dark and hidden parts.
But Marcia, do you know what scares me most of all my sweet?
There also is a part in me that daylight will not greet.

Marcia, I’m really hurt by what he does to me,
I’ve never been afraid to die, but now I am, you see.
I don’t know if they can survive: the joy, the warmth, the light,
I only know the pain, the tears, I know my bonds too tight.
But one thing will keep me alive, I know that in my heart,
that is what I’m so frightened of that dark and hidden part.

Love, I want to hurt him, I will send him to his death,
and all my life I never thought that I once would say that.
And so you see that I have changed, I am not what I was,
I’ll never be the same again, that open, laughing lass.
I do not know if I’ll survive, what my life has in store,
but I am sure of this one thing, I’m not a child no more.
Ajilina

Listen to me

Listen to me, why don’t you see, that what I fear is real to us, and dangerous,
And all you seem to do with it is laugh right in it’s face.
Listen to my, why must I be the one who always fears for you, cause you won’t do,
a stupid thing that you may think is really out of place.
Refr: And please don’t look at me that way and quickly wave my fear away,
because I fear for all of you and you should know that feeling too.
I know together we can cope, but if we don’t there is no hope.

Listen to me, I do not see too much in a continued life of just more running and more strife,
without a place where we can rest our weary heads and stay.
Listen to me, why must I be the one to prune your joys away, the one to hate your merry play,
while I grieve for the loss of it, but see no other way?

Listen to me, and hear my plea, be careful with what is at hand, even if you don’t under-stand,
cause sometimes we will have to take great risks just to survive.
And finally we will be free and then able to speak our mind. We will say if we look behind:
we really had very hard times, but now we are alive.
Aoife