I left you with a heavy heart,

Sad that i may never see
the sunshine of your beauty
But still hoping that I would return.

Now I sit back holding back the tears
The years have passed so slowly by,
And yet it seems to me you have not grown,
Your people, here and there cry and cry louder.

Why can't you stop and take stock
Those of us who had a chance have flown
To make new homelands in stange lands
Our strenghts, out brains, our inspirations belong to another land.

Africa, the bottom of the barrel is now
Can it be possible to sink any lower,
Stop and hear the cries of desperation and the cries of hope.
Stop and change for many of us want to go home again.