This is the cry of an elder
Mourning for his only son
He who was once a tower of strength
Has been brought down to his knees
He who was once a mighty warrior
Is now just a pale shadow of himself
This is the cry of an elder
Questioning where it all went all wrong
The village is also restless
The village is now in chaos
It is searching for their lost warroir
Their own tower of defence to protect them
He has been brought down by his desires
That led him away from his village
And he is now paying for sins that he made years ago
What has become of him
Our dear Omase
Actions indeed have consequences
That we have learnt from him
But one thing will always stand
Africa will miss its warrior