Images of Uganda haunt me,
call me back,
remind me of all we have,
all we call our own.
There, sharing was the order of the day.
Joining the artistic eyes looking at bicycle
I’m so tired but I can’t sleep
Standin’ on the edge of something much too deep
It’s funny how we feel so much but we cannot say a word
We are screaming inside, but we can’t be heard
But I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don’t let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories