The people call though not in sight,
I see them yet they're no where near.
Rwanda how your children call me,
united, loving, oh so dear.
Bananas sweet and smiles sweeter,
sharing all of the little they had.
I call in my heart to the children of Rwanda,
with your memory I'll never be sad.
I could tell a hundred stories of love and friendship,
nineteen years and still in my heart.
May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 12:55 AM UTC
The people call though not in sight,
I see them yet they're no where near.
Rwanda how your children call me,
united, loving, oh so dear.
Bananas sweet and smiles sweeter,
sharing all of the little they had.
I call in my heart to the children of Rwanda,
with your memory I'll never be sad.
I could tell a hundred stories of love and friendship,
nineteen years and still in my heart.
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