by john Chizoba Vincent
Someone must live to tell this story
This story must not tell of someone
Someone must live to tell our history
History made to be told by someone.
Bring our oil back to us now before night
Take us back to our oil before night fall
Our arms are falling from the dim of light
Light that falls into darkness before we all.
Take us back home before this trouble
Bring back our home or take us there
There we are looking after like the nobles
Nobles are not taken care of perfectly here.
Someone must live to tell this story
This story must not live to tell of someone
Someone must live to tell this history
History without pages but has many times won.
Cleanse our shattered land and home
Our homes must be cleanse before we go
Make our rivers clean and make them flow
Someone has to tell this story without pages.
Someone has to tell this story of history
This story must not live to tell of someone
Someone has to bring back our glory in history
History without our glory is not of someone.
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016
Last updated June 11, 2016