The Way Back Home (feat. Mukamuri)

We walking blind and our faith ain't strong We just stumbling along on the way back home Tryna heal but this pain ain't going We just stumbling along on the way back home I had prayed that this day would come And now I'm stumbling along on the way back home Let it be that my shame ain't showing Don't wanna be turned away on the way back home He stares into a still lake his reflection perfectly clear Sees how time has etched lines in his visage over the years And his eyes are heavy from all the things they've had to witness But they are shrewd though, on the surface appear as listless Sees the boy he was, hidden under his father's ghost They'll be reunited soon, he feels his time is close The day's chill holds him closely Before he flies out, there're some people that he must go see That Nigerian man who lives in the opposite building The Ugandan mother who lost her son when cops killed him Goodbyes are never easy but this is the way They had become his family in this land so far away From the red soil where feet and dust rose to drums beating Calloused hands approached the same bowl when they were eating Will he remember what to say When the musicians of the chief gather around and start to play We walking blind and our faith ain't strong We just stumbling along on the way back home Tryna heal but this pain ain't going We just stumbling along on the way back home I had prayed that this day would come And now I'm stumbling along on the way back home Let it be that my shame ain't showing Don't wanna be turned away on the way back home The drive to the village gives him time for his mind to replenish With sublime visions from a life he relinquished Stories around the fire while his mum cooked some spinach With the stars bringing light from the distance He glances out the window, the skyline looking different He's now far from the grind where you rise just to scrimmage He was young when he arrived as an immigrant With only his dreams and the fire and drive to achieve them Became a slave, remembering his parents sacrifice Woita chiremba mwanangu, tinokuda isu The years passed as he studied and worked While made to feel like the color of his body is cursed Was it the shame or pain that made him never return Didn't have his papers yet on the days that he learned That his parents had joined those who watch over the clan Could only send money asking about the progress and the plans A lifetime ago but now he is finally back Goes from tar to dust road and then that long winding track He walks straight into his uncles embrace The people gather to see this familiar stranger's face Sees the smiling eyes of a childhood friend Filmy now, but reminds him of the times they spent But these eyes are free from the heaviness of his own See he had never flown from the only home that he had known With some close kin he makes his way to site Two crosses rising defiant casting shadows in the light He had paid for the caskets, never got to pay respects Now he holds a scale weighing what he gained and his regrets We walking blind and our faith ain't strong We just stumbling along on the way back home Tryna heal but this pain ain't going We just stumbling along on the way back home I had prayed that this day would come And now I'm stumbling along on the way back home Let it be that my shame ain't showing Don't wanna be turned away on the way back home Zvino uchandiziva sei Zvino uchandiziva sei Zvino uchandiziva sei Zvino uchandiziva sei And I hear her say, how will you remember me And I answer, how could I forget you Though I left you, you never left my heart