albertine

fraser, brooke

i am sitting still

i think of angelique

her mothers voice over me

and the bullets in the wall where it fell silent

and on a thousandth hill

i think of albertine

there in her eyes what i don't see with my own

rwanda

now that i have seen

i am responsible

faith without deeds is dead

now that i have held you in my own arms

i cannot let go till you are

i am on a plane across a distant sea

but i carry you in me

and the dust on

the dust on

the dust on my feet

rwanda

i will tell the world

i will tell them where i've been

i will keep my word

i will tell them albertine

i am on a stage

a thousand eyes on me

i will tell them

albertine

i will tell them

albertine