To be a child, to be free
To have no ties, running in the street
The sun beating down
Locking the door, so nobody can see
Sipping the last Joumou from the bowl
Plantain on the side and family to hold
Returning to the town
All effort to fulfill her goal
A constant kindness she can outpour
Where she goes, calling you amor
Never afraid to be loud
A wish, a dream, a need to explore
Seeing the flowers of bright fuchsia
God sent her here just for us
It could be so profound
The dance of life to the beat of Kompa
