Tears for Africa
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A continent's cry echoes through the day,
Africa's heartbeat, strong and free,
Yet bound by chains of poverty.
From Sahara's sands to Cape's green shore,
A story unfolds, of struggle and more,
Of nations rising, of dreams unfulfilled,
Of potential waiting, yet unskilled.
In cities bustling, where lights ablaze,
A different tale of Africa's gaze,
Of progress made, of hope anew,
Yet whispers of despair, in every hue.
The drums of tradition, beat strong and free,
A heritage rich, of history,
Yet modernity's tide, brings change and strife,
A balance sought, between past and life.
The tears fall hard, for all unseen,
For futures bright, yet unclean,
For opportunities, lost and rare,
For potential squandered, beyond repair.
But still we hold, on to hope's thin thread,
A glimmer of a brighter future spread,
Of leaders rising, with vision grand,
Of people uniting, hand in hand.
The African dream, of unity and might,
A future shining, where all take flight,
Where children learn, and grow with glee,
Where women thrive, and equality,
Where men and women, in peace entwine,
And Africa's story, is one divine.
The tears we shed, are not in vain,
For in our sorrow, a change will reign,
A new dawn breaks, with promise true,
For Africa's future, anew.
Let us stand tall, and claim our right,
To shape our destiny, and shine with all our might,
Let us unite, and work as one,
To build a brighter future, for everyone.
In Africa's heart, a fire burns bright,
A flame of hope, that guides through the night,
A beacon of light, that shines so bold,
A symbol of strength, that never grows old.
The tears for Africa, will dry with time,
As progress made, and hope entwine,
A brighter future, will soon unfold,
For Africa's children, young and old.
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A continent's cry echoes through the day,
Africa's heartbeat, strong and free,
Yet bound by chains of poverty.
From Sahara's sands to Cape's green shore,
A story unfolds, of struggle and more,
Of nations rising, of dreams unfulfilled,
Of potential waiting, yet unskilled.
In cities bustling, where lights ablaze,
A different tale of Africa's gaze,
Of progress made, of hope anew,
Yet whispers of despair, in every hue.
The drums of tradition, beat strong and free,
A heritage rich, of history,
Yet modernity's tide, brings change and strife,
A balance sought, between past and life.
The tears fall hard, for all unseen,
For futures bright, yet unclean,
For opportunities, lost and rare,
For potential squandered, beyond repair.
But still we hold, on to hope's thin thread,
A glimmer of a brighter future spread,
Of leaders rising, with vision grand,
Of people uniting, hand in hand.
The African dream, of unity and might,
A future shining, where all take flight,
Where children learn, and grow with glee,
Where women thrive, and equality,
Where men and women, in peace entwine,
And Africa's story, is one divine.
The tears we shed, are not in vain,
For in our sorrow, a change will reign,
A new dawn breaks, with promise true,
For Africa's future, anew.
Let us stand tall, and claim our right,
To shape our destiny, and shine with all our might,
Let us unite, and work as one,
To build a brighter future, for everyone.
In Africa's heart, a fire burns bright,
A flame of hope, that guides through the night,
A beacon of light, that shines so bold,
A symbol of strength, that never grows old.
The tears for Africa, will dry with time,
As progress made, and hope entwine,
A brighter future, will soon unfold,
For Africa's children, young and old.
Tears for Africa
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A continent's cry echoes through the day,
Africa's heartbeat, strong and free,
Yet bound by chains of poverty.
From Sahara's sands to Cape's green shore,
A story unfolds, of struggle and more,
Of nations rising, of dreams unfulfilled,
Of potential waiting, yet unskilled.
In cities bustling, where lights ablaze,
A different tale of Africa's gaze,
Of progress made, of hope anew,
Yet whispers of despair, in every hue.
The drums of tradition, beat strong and free,
A heritage rich, of history,
Yet modernity's tide, brings change and strife,
A balance sought, between past and life.
The tears fall hard, for all unseen,
For futures bright, yet unclean,
For opportunities, lost and rare,
For potential squandered, beyond repair.
But still we hold, on to hope's thin thread,
A glimmer of a brighter future spread,
Of leaders rising, with vision grand,
Of people uniting, hand in hand.
The African dream, of unity and might,
A future shining, where all take flight,
Where children learn, and grow with glee,
Where women thrive, and equality,
Where men and women, in peace entwine,
And Africa's story, is one divine.
The tears we shed, are not in vain,
For in our sorrow, a change will reign,
A new dawn breaks, with promise true,
For Africa's future, anew.
Let us stand tall, and claim our right,
To shape our destiny, and shine with all our might,
Let us unite, and work as one,
To build a brighter future, for everyone.
In Africa's heart, a fire burns bright,
A flame of hope, that guides through the night,
A beacon of light, that shines so bold,
A symbol of strength, that never grows old.
The tears for Africa, will dry with time,
As progress made, and hope entwine,
A brighter future, will soon unfold,
For Africa's children, young and old.
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