TEJAN GREEN WASZAK
The pond, a church
The bay, a church
Carrying the sentimental
And peace, like a river.
Spirit leaves body briefly to wade,
Coconut wata wash off yuh heart.
Sometimes I think of not being able to go home
When home is a person.
TEJAN GREEN WASZAK
The pond, a church
The bay, a church
Carrying the sentimental
And peace, like a river.
Spirit leaves body briefly to wade,
Coconut wata wash off yuh heart.
Sometimes I think of not being able to go home
When home is a person.