In my journey through the world, over land and over sea I see different cultures and different peoples ways I was born where the sun never sets and never rises I was born where the heat is like a second skin Children crying on the streets, automobiles are making noise The land is growing dry and weak, spirits dying low The forefathers are calling me: never tire, never weaken The pride in me is bursting loose - Im an African boy.
Posted on: Fri, 08 Nov 2013 19:37:27 +0000
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