My father was a young man

My mother, off the boat

My eyes were fresh at twenty-one

Bruised, but still afloat

Our heads have hit the pavement

Many times before

You stroke his face to soothe him

While knowing that there's more

See, Augustine

Late have I loved and chose to see

(What if I choose to see this strength I see with him)

Skin on your skin

A warmth that I can feel with him

And no one even told me

The way that you should feel

Tell me, did you lose your son?

Tell me, would you lose your love?

Cry and birth my deafness

While Trayvon falls asleep

The things that I can't do to you

The things that I can't do to you

See, Augustine

Late have I loved and chose to see

(What if I choose to see, what if I choose to see)

Skin on your skin

A warmth that I can feel with him

Nontetha

We heard it all from you

Nontetha

We waited here for you

Nontetha

We heard it all from you

Nontetha

We waited here for you

Nontetha

We heard it all from you

Nontetha

We waited here for you

Nontetha

Kushé-o aw di bodi

Nontetha