They came out the jungle walking all in silence. 
Golden dust like a fog, Savanna's waking up. 
Walking with their heads down in single file like pilgrims,
Carrying grieving souls, they need to find a friend to 
express their gratitude to a man who took care of all of them.

After days of silence they decided to go home.
Golden tears in their eyes! Salt water dull the pain.
One behind the other, they move on, heads proudly.
All their soul is awake. Memories still remain in their heart. 
Golden dust like a fog, Savana's sun goes down.

 

 

dedicated to Lawrence Anthony