(Gentle, sorrowful violin melody)
(Soft, steady organ chords)
(Talking drum rhythm fades in, slow and deliberate)
Yeah, we look at the horizon
We see the shadows of the past
But the sun must rise again for us
Listen to the heartbeat of the land
I walk through the streets where the dreams used to bloom
But I see the silence, I see the gloom
Our brothers are tired, our sisters are weak
It is for the future that we dare to speak
They promised us mountains, they gave us the dust
They broke every promise, they shattered the trust
But look in the mirror, what do you see?
A soul that is longing for what ought to be
Oh Nigeria, my home, why do you cry?
Under the weight of the dark, heavy sky
It is time to choose, it is time to stand
For the healing touch of a steady hand
Vote for the right, vote for the light
End the long cycle of this endless night
For the children, for the old, for the ones yet to come
Listen to the rhythm of the collective drum
We have seen the leaders come and go like the tide
Leaving behind only vanity and pride
They build their palaces while we drink from the well
Of broken promises and stories they tell
But the power is held in the palm of your hand
A sacred connection to this beautiful land
Don't let the money clouds hide the true goal
We need a leader with a burning, clear soul
Oh Nigeria, my home, why do you cry?
Under the weight of the dark, heavy sky
It is time to choose, it is time to stand
For the healing touch of a steady hand
Vote for the right, vote for the light
End the long cycle of this endless night
For the children, for the old, for the ones yet to come
Listen to the rhythm of the collective drum
Can you feel the shift in the breeze tonight?
It is a call to action, to do what is right
No more selling our future for a plate of the meal
It is time for the nation to finally heal
Let the saxophone cry for the sorrow we bear
But let the melody rise into the open air
Stand tall in the line when the day finally breaks
Consider the weight of the path that it takes
It is not about colors, or tribes, or the noise
It is about reclaiming our pride and our poise
We are the architects of the new day to dawn
Carry the torch until the shadows are gone
Nigeria is waiting, she is calling your name
To step out of darkness and out of the shame
Oh Nigeria, my home, why do you cry?
Under the weight of the dark, heavy sky
It is time to choose, it is time to stand
For the healing touch of a steady hand
Vote for the right, vote for the light
End the long cycle of this endless night
For the children, for the old, for the ones yet to come
Listen to the rhythm of the collective drum
For the ones yet to come...
Keep the vision clear
Vote for the heart of the land
(Violin fades into soft organ chords)
Nigeria... stand up.
(Talking drum taps slowly to silence)