I look at the news,
I read down the lines,
So many words I wish I didn't see.
So many killings, so many broken hearts,
So many broken dreams,
It breaks me down to cry.
I read down the lines,
So many words I wish I didn't see.
So many killings, so many broken hearts,
So many broken dreams,
It breaks me down to cry.
Chorus:
Makes me think back about the days when I was young,
When, in the nights, we used to play out in the street.
Only God knows if those days will ever come back.
But I'll keep on praying, though nobody seems to care,
Because its my hometown,
And I still love it anyway.
(Because its my Lamka town, and I still love it anyway).
Makes me think back about the days when I was young,
When, in the nights, we used to play out in the street.
Only God knows if those days will ever come back.
But I'll keep on praying, though nobody seems to care,
Because its my hometown,
And I still love it anyway.
(Because its my Lamka town, and I still love it anyway).
Is there a chance? even just a little bit?
That you could think but once,
See what you're fighting for.
Then may be you will understand,
And may be we can make a change,
Our motherland is crying out,
It ain't no pleasant sight.
That you could think but once,
See what you're fighting for.
Then may be you will understand,
And may be we can make a change,
Our motherland is crying out,
It ain't no pleasant sight.
© 2006 Sang Valte
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