Invert your heart
Reveal to me what is always too loud to whisper
We'll wash their feet as they find us
But never will we be heard
You pack alone and travel with many
Carrying the weight of a nation, a memory, a word
Feel the misty stares as dew and silence settle
Mourning and dawn awake together
And a beauty has risen from the bush
Raise your arms towards the past
And sing, my child, sing...
"This is the bush. It's not safe to cry so loud here."- Ugandan mother
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