The Sun shall Rise Again
In the city where broken boys
Take burning liquor all day
To keep their dying spirits high.
The Sun shall glow again
In the city where broken boys
Smoke cannabis sativa or Arizona
To keep their hopes alive for the future.
The Sun shall sparkle once more
In the city where broken boys
Are no longer scared of the sound of guns
That usually barricade their peace at night.
The Sun shall surely shine bright again
In the city where Boko Harams mercenaries
Are playing the game of thrones
With the dreams of many broken boys.
The Sun shall one day shine brighter
Than the deeds of our ambassadors of poverty
That send their children abroad for school
As we suffer in their hands before we graduate
'Cause of many strikes that we cannot count.
Aisha, if the sun rises once more
In the city of the broken boys,
I will kiss you like that other night
When the lights were turned down low
With you on my bed in the city Ahoada East.
Perhaps the fine sun may never glow
Like the face of hell before righteous men.
Perhaps the cute sun may glow and glow
Like the face of heaven before sinful men.