Far into my dauntless history,
came cries of lasting freedom.
Now that I come face to face with victory,
fearlessly,I doth reign on my kingdom.
No more tears in our eyes,
‘cos our tears had been long cried.
No more fears in our lives.
‘cos our fears;we buried when it died.
It is that part of me that is jungle,
firmly,keeping me going.
With leisure,I tackle my struggles,
a result of my black grooming.
The totem,right within.
If to this world again;
I doth come back,
bring me not in vain,
Eledumare,keep me black.