ABRAHAM AMANING


Her Story (Africa)

Let me tell you her story
Her story isn't a walk in the park of roses
Nor the pleasant sight of desert oasis
Though you might have heard whispers of the story being told
But were you there when her pride like cheap merchandises were sold?
Let me tell you her story
Down by the ancient fire side let us sit
Under the enchanted moon light let us wait
Oh, she fell in love with a man from a distant land

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