Oya you are looking straight down into my soul from above me.
I am in the center of your chaotic vortex.
Oya release my soul from the grip of your eye.
About me the World swirls and churns.
But no somehow I am in the calm of your storm.
Dash me against the rocks of my sorrow, release me.
You have sent the Moon to torment me and laugh at my tears.
You send visions of my Loved One into my dreams,
Her sweet face glowing in the pail morning light, Ahhhh NO.
I hear her sighs in the voice of your winds.
How could this be,
HOW COULD THIS BE SO…
Oya, Oya, Oya, Oya, Oya, Oya, Oyaaaaa
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