Africa I

Africa I am coming home, home to your breast.
Africa I am riding the waves nothing can stop us
Africa receive me under your wing hold and guide my spirit
Your beauty is deep inside me your wonder is in my heart
from you my soul will never depart. If you are coming home no time to waste
If you are ready, then let's go - time is short
It's not a wish, it's not a wish

by Desmond Tagoe

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