on travel

quanto mi manca la mia africa...


See the nation through the people's eyes,See tears that flow like rivers from the skies.
Where it seems there are only borderlinesWhere others turn and sigh,You shall riseThere's disaster in your past                  Boundaries in your pathWhat do you desire when lift you higher?You don't have to be extraordinary, just forgivingThose who never heard your cries,You shall riseAnd look toward the skies.Where others fail, you prevail in time.You shall rise.