A cradle of civilization
where we walked proudly.
Now a tarnished echo,
of what we stood
tall from.
A light house of our birth,
which showed us
that no matter the distance,
the light always illuminated.
Dimmed, but we know
where we came from.
Let the lighthouse shine radiant.
showing us that this cradle isn't
broken.
Let it shine brightly and show that Africa
is a lighthouse, a birthplace of humanity
and let it once again cradle us.
For we were all guided from here.
This is everyone's birth place.