Indigo

AFRICAN CHILD



Born with pride and honor

Born to be a warrior

Born to be brave and strong

The lion of

The thunder of the tribe

I hear the cry of my ancestors


Calling from beyond

Calling from the desert

Calling from the wind

Calling from the sea


Crying for the children

Hawking in the street

From day to night

For the poor child in slavery

For the bloodshed of tribal wars


I hear the cry of our ancestors

Taint no more the soil