The Village That Raised Me
Where roots ran deep and names meant legacy.
The red earth knew my feet by name,
The trees watched me rise without shame.
Elders spoke and time stood still,
Children danced on every hill.
The moonlit tales, the morning calls,
The pounding yam, the market stalls.
It wasn't rich, it wasn’t new,
But it gave me more than any city could do.
It raised me with love, with pride, with song,
Taught me where I truly belong.
So though I wander far and free,
That village still lives inside of me.
Where roots ran deep and names meant legacy.
The red earth knew my feet by name,
The trees watched me rise without shame.
Elders spoke and time stood still,
Children danced on every hill.
The moonlit tales, the morning calls,
The pounding yam, the market stalls.
It wasn't rich, it wasn’t new,
But it gave me more than any city could do.
It raised me with love, with pride, with song,
Taught me where I truly belong.
So though I wander far and free,
That village still lives inside of me.
The Village That Raised Me
Where roots ran deep and names meant legacy.
The red earth knew my feet by name,
The trees watched me rise without shame.
Elders spoke and time stood still,
Children danced on every hill.
The moonlit tales, the morning calls,
The pounding yam, the market stalls.
It wasn't rich, it wasn’t new,
But it gave me more than any city could do.
It raised me with love, with pride, with song,
Taught me where I truly belong.
So though I wander far and free,
That village still lives inside of me.
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