very far away there is a mango day
In Sudan streets they listen maybe attentionless to the happinness that the radio brings
to me
through the nile intersections and yellow taxis
the same voices blare through to african souls
like me
I listen to music brought through lines and waves and maybe nothing
just magic
to my ears
on a day where I need all the support I can get
and love from my country
Ya rab let me make them proud
even though they dont know
that I am here all this way thinking abuot them
listening to them
i hope I can make a difference to them
ya Rab
In Sudan streets they listen maybe attentionless to the happinness that the radio brings
to me
through the nile intersections and yellow taxis
the same voices blare through to african souls
like me
I listen to music brought through lines and waves and maybe nothing
just magic
to my ears
on a day where I need all the support I can get
and love from my country
Ya rab let me make them proud
even though they dont know
that I am here all this way thinking abuot them
listening to them
i hope I can make a difference to them
ya Rab
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