Sometimes late in the night,
In the shadow of my old memories,
I see you and I get to think,
How did I live before you,
Before you made me smile.

I am a child of Africa,
I am a child of this earth,
Made by Mother Nature,
Just like you.

Why don't you just roll over,
And die?
Why do you keep on living,
Day to day,
Knowing that eventually it will happen
And you will pass away?

Stand up
In good cheer,
Lift those glasses high,
Here's to me.