In the sunset of yesterday
I thought it was wise to go home
How wrong could I be
What else could I do
In thought, it was a place called home
but This was a Nation Without Tears
Oh my Africa
Paraded among the infidels
As a haven of hope
Molested among the unscrupulous as a token
And now the dew has spoken
A fog of dryness possesses my soul
And yet I cant cry
For my motherland
For a nation without tears
