This song is about a friend of mine, Aiax.
What is an Aiax? Well, it is pronounced like his heart feels.
It aches.
It aches to be free.
It aches for his childrens' (hearts) to be free.
It aches for his childrens' childrens' to be free.
It aches for his childrens' childrens' childrens' to be free.
So, until we,
Can have harmony,
I'll dedicate this,
To thee.
My heart aches,
My mind aches,
But, my heart really aches,
It aches,
It aches,
(Dear God:)
My heart aches,
My heart aches,
And, their children,
And, our childrens' children's children,
To be,
Free.
In fact, sometimes…
It bakes,
And, almost,
Breaks.
For the day,
When our childrens' childrens',
Will be…
Our childrens' childrens',
Will be…
Our childrens' childrens',
Until the day,
When our childrens' childrens',
Will be free.
For both,
You and me.
Ain't it plain,
To see?
My heart aches,
A break,
Not in it,
For my family.
(Sincerely,
Aiax)
For my children,
My heart breaks,
Thinkin' of their,
Childrens' childrens',
And, my heart,
Gravitates,
To the place,
Where I have to ask,
For Her grace,
For our childrens' childrens' childrens'.
In fact,
It breaks,
When I think about,
What will become,
Not of me,
Not even,
Necessarily,
Of you,
Too…
But, of our,
Children….
Too,
And, yours,
And, me,
And, mine,
And, you,
Too?
May not be here,
No matter,
What we do.