The world has many homes That tell me "Leah feel free to visit my home,any time" But there are sixty and seven doors That have told me never to dare.
My fingers are sore from knocking My feet sore from walking My lips are dry from begging My tears are dry,for i have no more.
You don't need that giant padlock For i am weak,no strenghth to break a small one When your children visit me they find no locks And i have never been of harm to them.
Now i will create wings,for your children need me I will not need a visa to fly over your home And when you see me soar up in the sky You will beckon me come down.
Leah Auma Okeyo.