Africa My Home

Dry bread at home is better than roasted meat abroad they say. Nothing can be compared to my home, not in any way. I've been to the north, south, east and to the west. But trust me my home is the best. If there's anything from nature I could request I would've asked my maker never to put my home and I asunder My home! Your love for your subjects I'll always remember My home my strength, my passion, my life my love. A home sent to me straight from the heavens above. I may echo through the afterlife And be denied my right to life I may pay to death his ransom But even in my death, I'll have a good rest on your very bosom. AFRICA my HOME. (STRANJA)