Dear Reader The Same
land, land of my birth
are you my mother
or am i an orphan
where, where do i belong
will i find a place in this world
or forever just wander around
southern hemisphere
how did i end up here
i have nowhere to go
this is the only home that i know
such a great divide
between you and i
how i wish it would go
i live in a place in my mind
no i don't listen to kwaito, wasn't born in soweto
i don't understand you
but i want to you know
same, were both the same
we share the same heart
we're made of the same parts
please don't look at me that way
i already live with the guilt that i own
from my forefather's past
does this land belong to the tribes who engraved her stones with stories of old
they're long gone you know
now this is our home
i want to strip you down to the core
take off your shirt, hat, shoes and trousers
erase my head, all the books that i've read
the language i speak, the customs you keep
keep on going right down to the heart
to the pain that is yours - the pain that is ours
tell you it's all going to be alright
is it going to be alright
heal, can you heal
heal, oh can you heal
heal, oh mother, can you heal
or am i an orphan
forever a stranger here
same, we're both the same
we share the same heart
we're made of the same parts
