Tilling the Mind (This Is the Season)
Verse 1
In the season when minds turn soil,
And dawn unfolds across the sky,
Kenya stands with ancient vows,
Whispered where Elgon’s mists still lie.
Pre-Chorus
Old drums echo, soft and worn,
Leather hands in sacred grace—
Mango groves begin to murmur,
Calling rains we’ve yet to face.
Chorus
This is the season,
Of seeds and song, of thought and flame.
This is the reason,
To write with truth, not just with name.
No crown, no creed—just conscience clear,
This is the season—we are here.
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Verse 2
Mandates cracked on thirsty ground,
Truth seeps through like sacred wine.
Broken not, but breaking free,
Toward a light both just and kind.
Pre-Chorus
A throne is not a cedar seat,
If it shakes on borrowed past—
Leadership must listen deep,
To silence, storms, and questions asked.
Chorus
This is the season,
Of seeds and soul, of time and trust.
This is the reason,
To lead with love, not pride or dust.
No power stands if hearts don’t hear—
This is the season—we are near.
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Bridge
Let not towers rise in glass,
But in truth where sorrow rests.
Let the ledgers turn to stories,
Justice shared, and not suppressed.
Flags don’t bind us, promises do—
Woven from mothers, children too.
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Verse 3
To lead is to lay weapons down,
To trade command for open hands,
To teach the art of tending roots,
And walk the land where vision stands.
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Chorus (Refrain)
This is the season,
Of minds unshackled, voices clear.
This is the reason,
To build not fear, but futures near.
Stand not in thunder, but in peace—
This is the season—let war cease.
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Outro
So rise in thought, not iron rule,
In principle, not golden throne.
Plant not myth, but memory true—
Let every seed remember home.
This is the season,
To seek, to speak, to understand.
This is the season,
To till the mind, and heal the land.
