When I die
I want to die, not in a home built for the unknown
But by the hand of a Maasai

When I sing, I want to sing
Sing like a lark as dawn beats the dark
And let sweet melody set me free

When I love, I want to love
Not like some swine with no semblance of spine
But like a flower loves sunshine

The battlefield, it rages on
Heart against mind, the mean versus kind
Small stones cause huge waves

When I die, I want to die
Not in a home built for the unknown
But by the hand of a Maasai