I am a wanderer in this nomadic land, br To whom can I lend a helping hand, br To make dark lives a little lighter, br Be a bastion of peace; not a fighter. br br This Darkest African, void of light. br Transient Nomads constantly fight. br Forsaken by God it appears to be; br Africa is not the land of the free. br br Never shall I pass this way again, br Witness sadness, poverty and pain, br Man’s blatant inhumanity to man, br Let me be of help now... whilst I can.