I’m feeling lost, heart heavy, it's like a storm inside,
Dreams crushed in the dust where our heroes died.
Mother Africa, you were gold, now you’re bleeding,
From the shores to the city streets, my heart’s pleading.
Corruption, famine, the pain never ceases,
We’re picking up the pieces, but they scatter like the seasons.
Children crying, hope fading, where's salvation?
Years of struggle, no sign of restoration.
You were the cradle, the start of creation,
Now fractured dreams and torn apart nations.
But in the chaos, a fire still burns,
A longing for peace, a hope that returns.
