Our soul feels the tune of the <br />Africa flute as it dance it way <br />through the gentle wind, this <br />sweet melody supassed our <br />sorrowfull moments, so hands <br />gloryfy the full moon, in it we <br />trust. Tonight we merry with our <br />gods, so the death are at peace, <br />through our moves we intorxicate <br />and communicate with them, their <br />laughter out sound our voices so the <br />future is bright. We are the children <br />of the full moon, and the tune of this <br />flute made us Africans, and Africa is <br />our religion..
