With a cracked smile I try to laugh, I spill my last energie trying not to fall
Everything around me has lost its life, only silence, is this my last call?
My eyes are filled with tears, my mouth is dry. Try to see, have nomore sight.
Now even my shadow has turned grey, searching for place away from the light.
With my hands I pray towards what seems to be a clear and empty sky.
I'm not suffering because I want to live, no I just don't want to die.
I walked for days, mile after mile, but there still no end in sight.
Refusing to let go, my body is weak but my head says I got to fight.
Has my time come? Is it my time to go?
As long as there is still a light, as long as there is hope... I'm not letting go
For all people in Somalia, Ethiopia, Kenia and Djibouti