(Slow, steady reggae guitar upstroke, distant echoes)
Oh, hear the cry from the valley floor
Where the memories grow and the spirit soars
Lord, remember your children
Charles Sakala, Henry Sakala, names written in the dust
Born in the early eighties, putting in the trust
We grew up like shadows, without the mother's hand
Walking through the silence of a lonely land
Father stayed for a moment, just a flicker in the night
Then he left us to the darkness, faded from our sight
Two brothers standing, with nowhere left to go
Carrying the sorrow that the orphans know
From Saukani to Pulazi, Katete is the place
Chief Mbang’ombe’s soil, we remember every trace
Umoyo wovutikila, the struggle was our bread
Walking paths of hardship where the weary spirits tread
Oh Lord, remember us in this life we lead
Planting seeds of hope in the garden of our need
God did not allow us to bloom where we were sown
He took us out to Serenje, to the great unknown
Far from the village fires, far from the life we knew
Searching for the future, trying to see it through
We grind through the hours, we sweat in the heat
Trying to fix the broken pieces right here on the street
It’s a long road of hustle, it’s a long road of pain
But we look to the heavens through the wind and the rain
From Saukani to Pulazi, Katete is the place
Chief Mbang’ombe’s soil, we remember every trace
Umoyo wovutikila, the struggle was our bread
Walking paths of hardship where the weary spirits tread
Oh Lord, remember us in this life we lead
Planting seeds of hope in the garden of our need
Can you hear us calling? (Calling out to you)
Can you see us falling? (Trying to get through)
Serenje holds the secret, Serenje holds the key
To the life we are chasing, to the souls that want to be free
We ain’t complaining, we just want to be seen
Navigating life through the spaces in between
The early eighties children, the fighters of the soul
Trying to make a masterpiece, trying to be whole
Though the mother wasn't there, and the father passed away
We carry the ancestors in the words that we pray
From Saukani to Pulazi, Katete is the place
Chief Mbang’ombe’s soil, we remember every trace
Umoyo wovutikila, the struggle was our bread
Walking paths of hardship where the weary spirits tread
Oh Lord, remember us in this life we lead
Planting seeds of hope in the garden of our need
Remember us, Jah
In the streets of Serenje
Keep our hearts strong
Don't let the fire fade
(Fade out with melodic guitar notes)