| 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 |
