This ne has been floating around the files for a while, now. Still not sure if this is a re-upload or if its elements have been so sampled into other projects that familiarity has bred disconnect. In either case, Enjoy!!!

The dream remains, even as motherhood comes upon her.

Life. Death. Missing children. Lost friends. Mentors gone too soon. We all live in a time of grief.

See how they gossip and gabble. From the sidelines, they direct the dance as the young ones grow.

Dancing for dimes, donuts and dollars. From the juke joints to the church halls to the halls of power, still she dances, even as the music grows weary.

The world moves as she moves. New music calls to her, 'Come dance with us'.