We stand deracinated together
From soil we know, far overseas, our home
Grassland. Blue sky. We recall forever
Where giraffes, elephants, buffalo roam
Beautiful jewelry and clothes and gold
Our silver, our diamonds, our people. Strong.
Men and women and children young and old
Our voices collective lifted in song
Through abuse and slavery, hatred, war
We have survived miraculously so
Scholars. New land. Still growing far. We soar.
Changing with tides like the water we flow
It's up to us to now tell our story
Made it this far to God be the glory