Accents are hard
The R’s never end
And the understanding
Never begins.
So thick as to be spread
On the barrier between,
More mortar for the wall.
But when she spoke to me
In an uncommon tongue,
In the dialect of my soul
It was all over for me.
You were destined to invade
To lay claim to my heart
Shocking me into perfect communion
With wonder dripping from your lips.
– Vagabond Prophet
Vagabond Prophet 