The sound of peace and quiet
The voiceless utterances from the south west winds that navigates on the Gulf of Guinea
The heartbeat of the ground that plays to the rhythm of the drums at festivals
Even the waters embrace the touches of the boats and canoes
The cry of the youth in various tongues
Enriched in unity and worthy of praise
Chanting songs in different slangs
Hoping for better days
A brighter future with no regrets
Little to toil for and carry our own cross
Hoping that some day
We would share our intellectual views on radio
About the policies that relate to us
And that the government considers what we discuss
Shelter, clothing, hygienic foods and most importantly education among others
The world goes against us
Our route should run far from struggle’s highway
And focus more on development’s motorway
Leave every instrument for distractions sideway
No guns, more glories
Yes to peace and no to tragedy
The better way, the right way, the gateway to Africa
Points to the coast
Where the bright morning’s sun rises from the east
Where the stars illuminate the night in the west
The greatest august feeling
Each face draws with joyous smile
After our fight has been worthwhile
The trumpets sound to shake the very ground
Finally, the gate way has been found
