Nigeria My Country
The cries of the generation
Of a once great nation
Eradiating to the darkest of hearts
Cries of woe, cries of pain
all hear but none care
falling on deafened hearing ears
The widow's wail in the deep of night
The sorrowful song of wolves into the starry night
A country is dead
Bad tidings we bring thee
Lost in the shadows of pessimism
Rebirth not imminent
What can we do
But await the arrival of a Jesus
to restore a nation to its former glory.
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