When Will The Morning Come

We said we would make it,

my love, Even when the road became too long,

We left home with two bags and one dream,

Now every day we are holding on.

(hold on... hold on...)

We came abroad to build a future,

But rent comes first before we breathe,

Send something home to Mum and Father,

Then count what little we can keep.

Some nights we fight about the money,

Some nights you cry,

I walk away,

Then morning comes, we hold each other,

And say, "My love,

we try again."

We see the friends we grew up with,

New houses, cars, their lives move on,

We clap for them but deep inside us,

We ask ourselves, "What have we done?" We want to go back

home together, But how do we return with nothing?

There are people waiting on our shoulders,

So giving up is not an option.

We keep saying it will get better,

We keep saying just hold on,

We have cried until the tears are finished,

Still we wake and carry on.

(But wheeeen?) When will our morning

come? (But wheeeen?)

WHEN WILL THE MORNING COME?

WHEN WILL THE MORNING COME?

We know one day we will get there,

But Lord... when will that day come?

Some days the cupboard is nearly empty,

We laugh so nobody knows,

Then something comes at the final moment,

Enough to keep us on the road.

I see you trying,

you see me trying,

Sometimes we lose the faith inside,

But even broken, even tired,

We still choose each other every night.

Back home the powerful live comfortable,

While ordinary people wait,

So many asking for a future,

So many standing at the gate.

We watched opportunities disappear,

Until leaving felt like the only way,

But foreign streets are not salvation,

You pay with loneliness every day.

We cannot go home with empty hands.

We cannot stay here without breaking.

Our mothers still depend on us.

Our fathers still

believe we're making it.

So

we keep walking... We keep working...

We keep praying...

We keep saying it will get better,

We keep saying just hold on,

Every scar became a promise,

Every night must meet the dawn.

(BUT WHEEEEEN?) WHEN WILL OUR MORNING COME?

(BUT WHEEEEEN?)

WE ARE TIRED, BUT WE HOLD ON!

WE ARE BROKEN, BUT WE HOLD ON!

ZIMBABWE, HEAR YOUR CHILDREN CRY!

ONE DAY, ONE DAY,

WE WILL RISE! My love,

if you still hold my hand,

I know somehow we'll make it through.

We will get there...

We will get there...

But wheeeen? (When will the morning

come...?)