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A Musical Drama By Joseph Irungu
ACT 2
SCENE 4
BOB MARLEY:
Children say after me
We are the flowers of God
We are the bubbles of joy
CHILDREN:
We are the flowers of God
We are the bubbles of joy
BOB MARLEY:
Children shout after me
We are a million little twinkers
We are stars that keep on smiling
CHILDREN:
We are a million little stars
We are stars that keep on smiling
BOB MARLEY:
Children sing after me
We are the flames of dancing joy
We are candle of flaming hope
CHILDREN:
We are flames of dancing joy
We are candles of flaming joy
BOB MARLEY:
Children cry after me,
We are the bundles of dancing freedom
We are bubbles of flaming liberty.
CHILDREN:
We are freshness of young tomorrow,
We are the sweetness of dream that’s young
BOB MARLEY:
Children shout after me,
We are the song of hope that will never die
We are the melody of a promise that will never die
CHILDREN:
We are the song of hope that will never die
We are the melody of a promise that will never die
BOB MARLEY:
We are the flock of angels floating in the skies
We are the wonder of saints sailing in heaven
CHILDREN:
We are the flock of angels floating in the skies
We are the wonder of saints sailing in heaven
BOB MARLEY:
Children shout after me
We are a song of promise singing a song of redemption
We are the sweetness of tomorrow that’s free from oppression
CHILDREN:
We are a song of promise singing a song of redemption
We are the sweetness of tomorrow that’s free from oppression
BOB MARLEY:
Children sing after me,
We are cloud of despair detaining the light of the sun
We are hope that’s born of despair
Wishing away the pangs of hunger
CHILDREN:
We are a cloud if despair is detaining the light of the sun
We are hope that’s born of despair
Wishing away the pangs of hunger
BOB MARLEY:
We are children of tears born of the “mothers” humiliation
We are a laughter that’s cursed dead as soon as its born
CHILDREN:
We are the children of tears born of the “mothers” humiliation
We are a laughter that cursed dead as soon as its born
BOB MARLEY:
Children cry after me
We are joy that aborted, never to see the light of the sun
We are love that miscarried never to see the smile of the moon
CHILDREN:
We are joy that aborted, never to see the light of the sun
We are love that miscarried never to see the smile of the moon
BOB MARLEY:
Yes children cry after me
We are a love that’s not live in return
We are a kiss that not kissed in return
CHILDREN:
We are a love that’s not live in return
We are a kiss that not kissed in return
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