Could we ever see the Nigeria of our dreams?
Day and night occupied with thoughts
Joseph the dreamer had a blank page on this one
Fifty-nine years, now it is fading
Thorns everywhere, we are leaping

It will be, it shall be, when will it be?
Will the labor of our heroes past be in vain?
Our hope is now weak.
Who will lead us to the promised land?
Sooner or maybe later, our feet will be dashed


Our Nile has refused to open and we are tired
Promise-and-fail have burnt our dear hearts
The land flowing with milk and honey now shed blood
It’ll get better they say but is it getting harder
We are cajoled into seeing another coming Messiah
Who knows if Nigeria will ever be healed?