Oxun

When I was a young boy

I was raised in Africa in a little village

Deep in the heart of Kenya



I remember one time

I was outside hunting game

When I heard the thunder

Of a storm that frightened me



Suddenly all around me darkness

And I could feel something evil near me

Closing in so I started running

I tried to hide but it overcame me



I became a prisoner

Of the spell that entered me

And the same thing happened

To my friends and family



In the year that followed

Drought and famine filled the land

Many days of sorrow

Endless nights of burning pain



Suddenly a light appeared before me

And I could see the virgin shining on me

And in her arms was the child inside me

And I could feel everlasting freedom all around me