Standing on the edge, ke kgojana ntle fase,
A small prince watching the world spin past me.Ka thoko ka thoko, I walk the thin line,
Searching for a spark, a breakthrough, a sign.
But the road is unforgiving, mokgotha o a nkgoromeletša,
Pushing me into the dark where the shadows gather.
Down into khwiti ya go lahlega, the lost abyss,
A place where the path and the purpose dismiss.

Gongwe go fela go sele, I pray for the dawn,
Waiting for the heavy, stormy night to be gone.
But the quiet is heavy, the silence is loud,
Walking through the noise of an indifferent crowd.Khupamarama e tletse ka mpa, the secrets I hold,
Unspoken stories, truths left untold.
It’s a weight in the belly, a ache in the chest,
A restless soul that is searching for rest.

Now moepologelong ke ribame, I bow to the floor,
At the place of digging, I can’t take any more.
The labor is deep, the soil is cold,
But this isn't the end of the story foretold.
Look closely, bona, I break through the shroud,Eupša seriti se tlosetsa ka godimo—above the cloud!
My spirit is leaping, my aura will rise,
No longer defeated