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AFRICA I CRY
AFRICA . . .
Africa I cry! A place I long to go.
A place that's a part of me attached deep in my soul.
The beat of the drums pumps blood through my heart.
A beat so deep and rare it makes a fire start.
A fire that purifies you from inside out.
Take me to Africa a place so vast and wide.
Send me back to Africa. Africa! Yes, I cry!
I see my people starving and dropping dead like flies.
Some call them pest when they're really butterflies.
Precious and forever giving!
In their eyes there's pain.
Lord open your skies and send your special rain.
My people will become flowers!Their arms will open wide . . . and take in all your nourishment.
Yes! Africa! I cry!
Pain fills my heart as I try to hold back my tears.
The pain, the sorrow, for oh, so many years.
Could you imagine to see your brother or sister die!!
See your daughter or son eyes being eaten out by flies . . .
or see a dead man walking?!?!?!?
Yes, Africa I cry!!!
I know the time is coming. It's coming very soon.
When, I will cry no more.
THE LIGHTING STRUCKED THE MOON!!!
africa i cry