This is for the Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander gay men who fought and suffered during a time of AIDS that we know has not passed. This is for the mothers who lost their boys, for the families that still pain in the confusion of yet again something that takes people away. This is for freedom, the flight from sickness and suffering, this is for the new and for the people who know the way, the living, the dying and the gone.

There he goes brother walkin now
Cant you see them hips swing out
He strides along he steps with pride untold
See him there sister swingin it
Jeans too tight he don’t give a shit
His bite is back, that cheek that tongue that’s bold

His Spirit flies high
His loving falls on me
He sings to me
He lifts me up
He holds me close and then he lets me down
And he dances to the rhythm with his hands
To the rhythm with his hands

Look there now he’s stepping high
Proud black man he’ll never die
Dancing in the rhythms with his hands
See him there, look, he’s painted up
Charcoal, black, it says enough
Dancing in the rhythms with his hands

His Spirit flies high
His loving falls on me
He sings to me
He lifts me up
He holds me close and then he lets me down
He dances to the rhythm with his hands
To the rhythm with his hands

My brother flies high
His sister stands by
With all the loving in her hands
While brother flies high
His sister stands by
With all the loving in her hands
All the loving in his hands

Hey you fellas, listen
Where you brothers going now
Won’t be long, we’ll see it all again
Remember how they all walked tall
Proud, black and beautiful
And take from that, be ready then

His Spirit flies high
His loving falls on me
He sings to me
He lifts me up
He holds me close and then he lets me down
He dances to the rhythm with his hands
To the rhythm with his hands

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