[male
vocals] (
Gentle,
slow
rhythmic
percussion)
Awuradze
me
da
wa
se
Ataa
Nanugbo
ehh
meda
bo
shi
It
is
just
me
and
Yahweh
Just
me
and
the
Creator
In
the
quiet,
I
hear
you
My
better
half
has
gone,
five
months
today
Since
the
light
faded
and
the
colors
turned
grey
At
Golden
Tulip,
they
locked
the
door
on
me
Twenty-eight
years
of
labor,
gone
like
the
sea
Just
like
that,
the
ink
ran
dry
on
the
page
Left
standing
alone
on
this
empty
stage
But
in
the
darkness
where
shadows
grow
tall
I
heard
a
whisper
waiting
for
my
call
It
was
just
me
and
Yahweh
there
Carried
my
spirit
through
the
heavy
air
At
the
end
of
the
road,
when
hope
was
dead
He
was
the
pillow
beneath
my
head
Yahweh
saved
me
when
I
had
nothing
left
Nothing
left
to
hold,
nothing
left
to
theft
Awuradze
me
da
wa
se,
Ataa
Nanugbo
ehh
meda
bo
shi
My
better
half
has
gone,
five
months
today
Since
the
light
faded
and
the
colors
turned
grey
At
Golden
Tulip,
they
locked
the
door
on
me
Twenty-eight
years
of
labor,
gone
like
the
sea
Just
like
that,
the
ink
ran
dry
on
the
page
Left
standing
alone
on
this
empty
stage
But
in
the
darkness
where
shadows
grow
tall
I
heard
a
whisper
waiting
for
my
call
It
was
just
me
and
Yahweh
there
Carried
my
spirit
through
the
heavy
air
At
the
end
of
the
road,
when
hope
was
dead
He
was
the
pillow
beneath
my
head
Yahweh
saved
me
when
I
had
nothing
left
Nothing
left
to
hold,
nothing
left
to
theft
Awuradze
me
da
wa
se,
Ataa
Nanugbo
ehh
meda
bo
shi
Left
standing
alone
on
this
empty
stage
But
in
the
darkness
where
shadows
grow
tall
I
heard
a
whisper
waiting
for
my
call
It
was
just
me
and
Yahweh
there
Carried
my
spirit
through
the
heavy
air
At
the
end
of
the
road,
when
hope
was
dead
He
was
the
pillow
beneath
my
head
Yahweh
saved
me
when
I
had
nothing
left
Nothing
left
to
hold,
nothing
left
to
theft
Ataa
Nanugbo
ehh
meda
bo
shi
It
is
just
me
and
Yahweh
Just
me
and
the
Creator
In
the
quiet,
I
hear
you