时间：2026-02-06
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The devil appears once more.
the same old woman from before
What do you want from me again?
Old friend, to what do I owe this disdain?
I'm tired, I've tried to do my part.
Now, I no longer have the heart.
You simply do not see your power,
so your despair grows hour after hour.
It was a distraction I fell for foolishly,
searching for worth externally.
No talent we offer, no magic, no art,
could ever soften a darkened heart.
But you have a voice, a sacred skill,
to bend every man's ear to your will.
So, take to the streets, knock on every door,
turn your whisper into a roar.
One fiddle plays a lonely tune,
but an orchestra? Well...that's its own platoon!
I've tried your magic, I played the song
but the music it came out all wrong.
No more riddles no more tricks,
rejection has landed like a ton of bricks.
Ten steps forward and twenty back
a Black man marches an endless track.
Perhaps there was just one more thing
a missing piece to make the fiddle sing.
My dear, it requires your sacrifice.
You see, every dream has a price.
I have nothing worthy left to pay.
Just, let me be on my way.
This necklace that you wear,
it seems to me you hold it dear.
The bird, blessed by my mother's hand
is what ties me to my homeland.
Her spirit and voice are held inside,
with every stride, she's by my side.
That's it, a worthy offering.
My dear, just slide it off the string.
The Soldier contemplates his fate
poised to take the devil’s bait
Listen, you would make your mother proud
the past would be just a passing cloud.
In that uniform, you'll be reborn
a son to revere, celebrate and adorn.
Yaa, tell me again of our survival,
of choices made at the crossroads.
Tell me of the courage that carried
our people across continents
survival thumping in their chests like a war drum,
at every crossroad the same question
what is the price of a dream?
He hands the precious necklace over
a man resolved, resolute and sober
