I see clouds laden with hope gathering
The shadow is birthing tears!
I hear the sound of the rain
Life within its hold!
I see an army, armed with tomorrow
Whetting their sword in fear!
I hear anguish, screams
Birthing our will to go!
I see light, hope in its fold
A crescent moon, through the clouds, pierces!
I see purity engulf the land
Causing the future to unfold!
I see the future, life in it explodes
Victory through today’s pains tear!
I see us, hand raised in supplication
Thanking the Lord of Host!
Written by: Owoicho Apochi Nelson
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson