she's been sleeping on a bed of stone, by a window where no light goes, she wakes to the roar of the traffic, rumbling outside, then she remembers her dream and smiles, yes she smiles, on her dress she irons the folds, same way mama told, her brothers and sisters, all the way home, are proud of the way she fights, hardship alone, some hope but they let go, some hope but they don't know, which way will the wind blow, what will tomorrow bring, what will tomorrow bring, on her feet from dawn to night, working jobs others don't like, sometimes she wonders if, they know that she is there, the way that they talk to her, look through and stare, almost all the money she earns, she save's for the day she returns, she goes through left overs, when the market is closed, without paper she knows the police, will send her back home, some hope but they let go, some hope but they don't know, which way will the wind blow, what will tomorrow bring, what side of the road will you land on, what end of the card where you passed on, nobody knows there's no right way, nobody knows there's no wrong, i bi aye yin gbemi lo, mi o mo, oyin lo oyin lo, some hope but they let go, some hope but they don't know, which way will the wind blow, what will tomorrow bring
