Swaying to the wind

But you can’t touch the sky

Woah woah woah

Woah woah woah

Naked as the day

Your born-to spat you out

Woah woah woah

Woah woah woah

Silly me, silly me

How can I not understand

Woah woah woah

Woah woah woah

Surely your

Waters run dry

Woah woah woah

Woah woah woah

Silly is the mind

Saying I can touch the sky

I am not born for this

I have to unlearn your intrigue

The allure

That makes them want to hurt you

Maybe then we’ll be free

Finally, finally

Woah woah woah

Woah woah woah

The shackles will fall away

The cages will open by our hand

The children will come out and play

Under the African sky

The pain will go away

The sun will shine again

The rain will come falling down

And the earth will be rich

And the earth will give us plenty

We’ll have enough

Woah woah woah

Woah woah woah

Until then

Sarah Selah

It may seem

You no touch no sky you know

Sarah Selah

It may seem

You no bathe in the sea of knowledge

It may seem

You’re stripped of the vision of the sun

It may seem

You’re stripped of the vision of the sun

Sarah selah