As I woke in the morning
I hear the news of violence
Troubles everywhere, crimes all over;
People do not see the meaning of their living.
Oh! Lord sensitize me
Oh! Lord sensitize me
To the suffering of my brothers
Memories of ages
I think of the past
Old photos reminds us
that we are different now
Oh! Lord sensitize me
Oh! Lord sensitze me
To the sufferings of my people.
Bernadette. Offiajiaku
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