At first

All good things come to an end, at first they came to us. Empty promises burried in our hearts.

With dust in our eyes and empty rivers to drink.

We accepted them, believed them. We didn't know we were the lambs for they slaughter. We didnt know we were the sacrifice.

We stood together, we came as one. We tore them down and put our kind there.

For a while the harvests were unending and it was good.

Things changed, the oppressed became the oppressors. Selling us out for international gain.

Each time it gets worse and now we live in darkened house with no light and starve ourselfs to pay the rent.

This isnt what we wanted, this isn't what we fought for.

I had a dream as a child and I spread my dreams out open but they were trampled.

When will peace come?

When will this torment end? When will we finally see?

The ants are now eating their people and it destroys our nation from within.

Fear

I refuse to shiver, shake or lose ground.

I stand with the faith of millions weighted on my back.

I hold up a sign, they see me and try to move me.

Nigeria wake up!

They know that we are asleep, they fear because I am awake.

I take a step forward and I am alone, other fallen by the way.

Corruption hear my voice and tremble, change is coming.

My children are hungry, barons of incompetence.

Dipping your hand in honey as we grow thin and fade.

My old ones are not paid, after service we are left to the cruel world to fend for ourselves.

New textbooks, students cry. They want to learn, why hold back progress?

Terrorists now attack and distroy many lives and still Nigeria dreams.

Blood drenches and fills the portholes on the roads.

Darkness is all we have.

A new dawn is coming.

I shall stand through rain and storm a sign in my hands and my eyes awake.

I am awake and soon Nigeria will awaken with a loud roar.