By John Chizoba Vincent
Don’t let those dreams fade into their eyes,
And water their guilty souls to able pains.
We are the nexus of an abyss of paradox war
Return the tooth you took from the lyrics of
The song played to the orphan children.
We need not those dreams to fade into the air,
We need peace among the black tribe in the land
Not a fading dreams but a hope fully fact to come.
Drew a piece in the side of your soul before night,
Make the rhythm of my seasonal sermon echoes.
We are here for the future, take my hands,
Fade those troubles lurking among your eyes,
This land must be lifted high above its height.
Let the yoke be eased from the sons of men,
Tomorrow holds the fortune of this very soil
When we stand with our hands lifted up.
If the drums are from the ghost of shame,
Let the sky speak of land with no single crime.
If the thunder question today’s rain, we’ll protest,
The green land of ours must be protected with
the spirit of unity not of war and brokenness.
We are here for all of us, heal Nigeria now!