| There’s a cry form a young boy, in a city running wild;
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| There’s a cry from a mother, who just lost another child;
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| There’s a cry from a people, who have nothing more to lose;
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| Everything that they lived for, have been wasted and abused;
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| There’s a cry from a river, that has nowhere to flow;
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| And the pride of the river was lost so long ago;
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| And that cry is for a reason, that only heaven knows;
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| Where did they go wrong, how can we go on;
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| Only hope remains the answer.
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| There’s a man on a mission, there’s a desperate heart to rule;
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| He has love for the people, yet he calls the people fools;
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| He has guns for the people, on a promise yet to come;
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| So they kill one another, for a hope that never comes;
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| There’s a cry from a river, that has nowhere to flow;
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| And the pride of the river was lost so long ago;
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| And that cry is for a reason, that only heaven knows;
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| Where did they go wrong, how can we go on;
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| Only hope remains the answer.
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| There are so many questions, when will all this trouble cease;
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| Like the war in Niger delta, would we ever live in peace?
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| I believe in the people, if they only have a chance;
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| There’s a hope for the future, but the future is in our hands;
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| There’s a cry from a river, that has nowhere else to flow;
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| And the pride of the river was lost so long ago;
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| And that cry is for a reason, only, only heaven knows;
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| Where did they go wrong?
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| There’s a cry from a river, that has nowhere else to flow;
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| And the pride of the river was lost so long ago;
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| And that cry is for a reason, that I can’t tell the why;
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| Where did we go wrong, how can we go on;
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| Only hope remains the answer.
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| There’s a cry form a young boy, in a city running wild;
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| There’s a cry from a mother, who just lost another child; |