Matana Roberts As Far As Eyes Can See
I am a child of the wind, even daddy said so
We used to race and I would always win
And he said "Run baby run, run like the wind, that's it, the wind"
Memory is a most unusual thing, Sunday
Well bookie dear, at the close of this first Sunday of a brand new year
I find myself seeking thee
It's such a comfort in the still of the night to have a chat
With one so easy to chat with
I remember the loud sounds
The shouting, the many voices of men
All pitches, low to high, high to low, and grumbled
As if it was yesterday
I am a child of the wind, even daddy said so
We used to race and I would always win
Then he say "Run baby run, run like the wind, that's it, the wind"
Memory is a most unusual thing, Monday
We had just gone to church that day, mama so loved that church
Though she found the pastor sometimes tired
But she went and praised in peace for all God's children
We always have to sit in the very back, dressed in our very best
It seemed wrong, but was presented as right
Daddy used to say "We're only always playing pretend
Just to get through the sadness of lives"
I'm pressing on the upward wave
New heights I'm gaining every day
Still praying as I'm onward bound
Lord let my feet on higher ground
I cut to the close of this day tired
And ready to lay me down to sleep, yet I find it hard to go to sleep
I thank God for keeping me from violence
I am a child of the wind, even daddy said so
We used to race and I would always win
And he'd say "Run baby run, run like the wind, that's it, the wind"
Memory is the most unusual thing
