i am a shadow
i have seen the dawn and sat through the dusk
But yet to see my budding self blossom
to become of good omen to africa
to become a servant of mother continent
Dont call me home
I am yet to sing my song
i have seen the dawn and sat through the dusk
But yet to see my budding self blossom
to become of good omen to africa
to become a servant of mother continent
Dont call me home
I am yet to sing my song
I don't want to be a god before I live
Let me live until I find love
Wrapt in vowels and syllables
Of words spoken to silently
Of words spoken to silently
With a sweet mellow touch
Don't call me home
I am still small
Who will I be in front of Sobukwe
What will I tell Biko
How will I look at Sankara
How will I tell Nkrumah
That Africa was still not united
Still fragmented by the erstwhile plunderers
Don't call me home
You are till within me
A vicar of hope and life
Let me live until I am free
Until the midnight and the noon
Both stare at me with cheers
Not until I have walked my mile
Until both the way back
And the pearly gates are the same
Let me live until there is no live to live
But a journey home
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