(After Angie Faye Martin)
A burst of optimism
Let’s go, far away from here
This place, all its racism
Someplace we can disappear
What will I do if I go?
What might I come to know?
What might I come to believe
If I stop to grieve?
A new life without the fear
Fear of judgement and abuse
A coastline vast, waters clear
Someplace I might be of use
Raise our child, a family
He looks at her pleadingly
What might I come to believe
When I stop to grieve?
The farm means nothing
Nothing without you
The secret, our suffering
Will come into view
The sky melaleuca grey
He’ll step to the ground that day
What might I come to believe?
Now I start to grieve
