Ghana Is Ill Prepared For Its Future

The pretty ones are not yet born

But why should they be born to this


This worn out whore who calls herself a virgin


This traitor carrying his thirty pieces of silver


This country unloved and unprotected


This bleeding heart with no time to heal


No the pretty ones mustn't yet come


Ghana is ill prepared for their arrival


There is too much envy to weaken the strong


There is too much suffering to inspire a song

I heard a humming bird sing a tune without a refrain


A tune which captured a nation's sorrow and pain


You were there opposing a toast


Like you knew that the battle was fought in vain


Wipe away your tears my dear


For eternity knows what we have done


The pages of our history lay written in our blood


Truly


Whilst the brave conspire with the wise for wisdom

Cowards engage in idle banter in a fool's graveyard


























This road of pilgrims is paved with life's lessons


But would these lessons lead us to somewhere new


In these days of great uncertainty


Is there any hope for our children's future

Our battered lives cry in remorse


To a life turned into existence without glory


All the while we look away like it's not our lives story


If the beauty of sleep is death


Then don't be afraid to look


For reality holds nothing but ugliness for the living

I am a child of fate with destiny in my hands


I fall I stand I carry on


I give I receive I deceive myself


The dreams I buy are free for the selling


Tomorrow may never come


But I would be here should you need me


I will wait on you just like I promised


I shall not be late


And together we shall rise anew


So please do promise me this