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
