The Face Of Africa

It is the meandering streams Rivers of hope that fill her eyes As tears that scream of hope The dream of Africa Sits in her eyes As dew sits on the grass of her plains Full of uncertainty and nightmares from her past The face of Africa Wallows in misery A chronic lack of care Has left its mark of despair It is her children's dreams That fall from her eyes It is her women's screams That stretches her womb It is her men's desperation That fills her with sorrow Where is the Hope? In all this open plains Where is the dream? In all this scattered seeds It is the face of Africa That tells the story of ruin A royal princess Captured by reckless bandits The face of Africa is a dream That is ever clouded By the scars That run from her head to toe Hiding the beauty and the splendour Of a continent with a rich heritage It is not certain if Africa Will rise again From the ever flowing dream of Hope And wake the heart of Love To capture and cultivate her dreams Africa, my queen Undress yourself of the dust and pain Wash your scars clean And paint yourself with Love It is time to come back home To your royal palace And gather your people To cross the river of Hope And enter the land flowing with milk and honey