On the following friday as I turned out the light Grandma' came and knocked at My door "Wake up King, wake up My dear I am gonna show You about the house of Amon"
It is time for tea, it is time again
"Even Your mother is present We made her sleep in My rocking chair" At first I felt really scared but there was no reason to As I saw the knife sneaking out from Grandmother's dress Then it cut a tiny wound in My mother's little hand
It is time for tea, it is time again
Blood was running into the tea pot, then I heard "THEM" laugh "A bit of this in a cup of tea, is what it takes to set "THEM" free You will hear "THEM" telling stories from far beyond this earth" What I saw and what I heard made me want to stay and learn
I really hope this dream will never end, it's hard to describe the kind of feeling that went on in My mind A paradise
Hearing "THEIR" stories and feeling "THEIR" warmth We laughed with tears in our eyes From the first cup of tea, to the last drop of blood Nothing seemed to matter at all anymore My Mother? She didn't exist to me, Oh I felt so heavenly