Along the rabid wasteland
a figure stands alone
looking for some comfort
and place she can call home
the arid land has met her soul
and lost the child she raised
it drew her strength and cut her into
a simple, silent maid!

Tribal mother, African queen
your life is truly blessed
the sadness that befalls you
leaves me looking at the rest
Your smile that lingers in the sunlight
turns the night to glowing jade
stolen memories live your history
- a proud and faithful maid!

Maid of Africa, victorious wife
you remain my peace of mind
your traditions and constant honour
are secrets I'll never find
African beauty so serene
I wish I had never strayed
to watch again an African sunset
and the people that they made!

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