A Place of Hope
In a distant land, from where I was raised
Where I grew up and where I had played.
I had never dreamed, that I would find
In a different place, a home from inside.
So many new faces! The handshake I know.
Dumela! Likai? Kitang? I don't know.
Thamaga to Manyana, what a road we must take.
A multitude of blessings to a place of hope.
A row of trees, an illusion it can be.
A face with a smile, it's true. Can't you see?
In the midst of almost nothing, a seed can sprout.
Joy like the sunshine, rains on this drout.
So many new faces! The handshake I know.
Dumela! Likai? Kitang? I don't know.
Thamaga to Manyana, what a road we must take.
A multitude of blessings to a place of hope.
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