Maasai

When I die I want to die, not in a home built for the unknown But by the hand of a Maasai When I sing, I want to sing Sing like a lark as dawn beats the dark And let sweet melody set me free When I love, I want to love Not like some swine with no semblance of spine But like a flower loves sunshine The battlefield, it rages on Heart against mind, the mean versus kind Small stones cause huge waves When I die, I want to die Not in a home built for the unknown But by the hand of a Maasai