Awake! arise! the hour is late!
Angels are knocking at thy door!
They are in haste and cannot wait,
And once departed come no more.

Awake! arise! the athlete’s arm
Loses its strength by too much rest;
The fallow land, the untilled farm
Produces only weeds at best.

Come, let us have our fill of love
Draw closer to me, hold on tight
This is our time, never let go
Look into my eyes, and see you
The desire running through me
To have you all to myself
This is a fire to my heart
Like an arrow through my flesh
Let our emotion runs wild
Let it be untamed.
I won't yield to the temptation
Temptation of old, plaguing our love
Come, only love me dearly
Let us have our fill of love

You raised me from my birth,
Even from when I was a toddler
You promised "by you till death"
Before I even know you're a mother.

My teen years are all before you,
You nurtured me well to be strong
To stand for the right cause, any who
Needs your courage and fight along.

But, the story has changed so great,
You stabbed and pulled triggers on me
So also as the love I have turned to hate,
I deserve better O mother, even me.

Heroes of yesterday are on your street
Clothed with the blood of your brutality
You deserve better and not this hit,
When will you wake to this reality?

When you get lost on the way
When the true way
No longer exists.
Remember such sayings.

Sometimes the way forward
Is the way backward,
When nothing feels right
Try the wrong one.

Arise, O compatriots
Your father's land calls, obey
Your future generations calls, obey
Listen to the voice of hundreds calling

They all awaits, O compatriots
They all awaits your awakening
To take the lead and show them the true path
Will you sleep on, O compatriots?

If you failed, O compatriots
Then livings shall come with their deads
Singing to your hears, through clumsy voices
You failed us, O compatriots.

I was charged of been a youth
Prosecuted for having fiery blood
They knew I wouldn't hold still
So they treated me as an outsider

Right from my childhood
I was told "youths are the future"
Why is the story different now?
I wonder why the story need changed

I felt the sting of death while living
And horror distorting my reality
That youths are no more the future
Why must the story need changed?

I need to scream for help
Nigeria youths cries for help
We won't go with our story untold
Today we cry to cry no more

Know'st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the heart feels a languid grief
Laid on it for a covering,
And how sleep seems a goodly thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?

And how the swift beat of the brain
Falters because it is in vain,
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf
Knowest thou not? and how the chief
Of joys seems--not to suffer pain?

Know'st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the soul feels like a dried sheaf
Bound up at length for harvesting,
And how death seems a comely thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?