Deep down within my heart is this terrible pain.
As I look upon my children standing out in the rain.
Without an umbrella nor coat upon their backs.
Wandering this world of sin and ignoring all of the facts.
Night after night they stay away,
All I can do is pray.
Walking the floors night after night.
Hoping one day they will see the light.
The thunders roar- the lightening flash
My heart flutters with so much fear.
I can’t find rest from night to night
As long as my children aren’t near.
The tears flow hard as the days go by
And still the children are gone.
The tears flow like a broken dam
As this mother buries her soul.
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
(Self-published. Please contact author directly to order.)
Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
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Be always safe,
Karen