My Song
This is my song, my African song
I will sing it like it is,
I will sing it like I am,
I will sing it with pride,
It's my African song.
I have danced to your music for so long
Danced in your style all along
Danced in your halls
Like I never had mine, style and hall
Now I will dance my feet to swell.
I am tired of crying,
I am tired of suffering,
I am tired of everything not me,
I am tired of dreaming, dreams that never come true.
I just wanna dance my dance, dance to my song.
I know you will look at me with loathness,
Because you hate to hear me sing my song,
You hate to see me dance to my own song.
But dance I will, and sing I will.
The drum beat of my tune will echo for you to hear.
Far beyond the mountains;
Across the deity valleys,
Yonder and across the oceans and rivers;
The blow pipe will wake my people
And together they will sing my song,
Dance to my song of freedom.
Seke Bharu
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