Love In the Eye of a Perfect Stranger

love in the eye of a perfect stranger must we keep on in weakness how long will it take us to weak up are we not done yet in this pit of poverty must we be always the same I thought we have our destinies in our hands I thought we are the owners of our mind so how much more will we keep excepting love in the eye of a perfect stranger love in the eye of a perfect stranger we fight each other we are not in love with each other we fail to unite oh africa while we keep hoping for the perfect stranger to come take our problems away we refuse to believe in ourselves yet we need each other we reject to build each other yet we are strongly building the home of the perfect stranger who is busy hunting on us what a pity what a love we are so in love in love with the love in the eye of the perfect stranger love in the eye of a perfect stranger we are so in love with this strangers they have brought us a lot fights for justice they have abused our dignity enslave our own devalued our ancestors stole our treasure destroyed our culture imposed their ways opinion civilization on our life's still we remain blind instead we are busy loving the stranger we changed our spiritual life's for no good what a love we are so in love in love with the love in the eye of a perfect stranger love in the eye of a perfect stranger our women are our prides yet our streets are full of helpless girls abused raped by this strangers a perfect stranger indeed our women are to be protected cos out there this strangers are wild wilder than our welcomes they are the devils we cast in our prayers they are friend to those who oppress our freedom they are the mentor of our grieves they are no good friends what a perfect stranger yet we are still busy in love in love with the love in the eye of a perfect stranger love in the eye of a perfect stranger always at first this strangers always comes to us with a perfect smile and with an eyes full with love their words are so comforting so much sweet words fall from their lips of lies they always have a gift neither do we know it was an exchange what a stranger a perfect stranger yet we fall in love in love with the love in the eye of a perfect stranger