The family tree of our ancestors' souls has fallen down,
The heart of our noble country that's situated in Freetown;
Heaven cries, our fore settlers' blood; their rejoices of freedom
As they danced once there without shackles and chains on them.
They located a home, a mother that named all her own, as she breastfeeds all, her body pains
Every leaf; is a blessing to us all its embraces, I was told,
and as it flourishes so would everybody else my Grandfather said.
But if today it has fell would everyone else crumble?
Sign that may have humbled me and you, a day it caught fire
Maybe that flew over our sights of truthfulness, acted tiresome
Forgetting their souls' gateway paradise from there
I swam in tears of fear that maybe we're getting this all wrongfully
Some say it's an alarm in regard to our spiritualities,
Some say it's a breakthrough from our, and her adversities
Others say we should dive deeply, we're pacing on the surface.
The same tree is broken, is it that the rain from their eyes
That's reckoned to bless the ground we walked on,
Has gotten rivers holding in theirs, to what their sons and daughters have been going through
Or it's that they are tired to angel our shadows, armor with darker desires, animosities, wickedness for the other, etcetera?