My father was a young man My mother, off the boat My eyes were fresh at 21 Cruised, but still afloat Our heads have hit the pavement
Many times before You stroke his face to soothe him While knowing that thereâs more
Saint Augustine Lay have I loved and chose to see Skin on his skin A warmth that I can feel with him
And no one even told me The way that you should feel Tell me, did you lose your son? Tell me, would you lose your love? Cry and birth my deafness While Trayvon falls asleep The things that I canÂŽt do to you The things that I canÂŽt do to you
Saint Augustine Late have I loved and chose to see Skin on his skin A warmth that I can feel with him
Nontetha We heard it all from you Nontetha We waited here for you
Nontetha We heard it all from you Nontetha We waited here for you