Ile Erupe (Sand House)

A storm has blown the dust to rest

And all our conquests are now lies

A storm has taken away my best

And yet the rest of the world passes by

Our lives of warmth and dust

And the ones unlived and dry

The ones that once loved the most

This still lands now deny

This home is that of sand

Unworthy to keep alive

Please come in only to rest

And at sunrise, just pass by

                                                                                                                For the winds that come

Don’t sleep too long

They return at noon and night

To steal the best and silence love songs

My home is that of sand

This is my lot in life

My home is that of sand

Be my friend, share my life