[male vocals] A
single
acoustic
guitar
plucks
a
lonely
chord.
A
soft
violin
enters
with
long,
sorrowful
notes.)
Verse 1 (
Amma's
Story)(
Vocals
are
raw,
heavy,
and
cracking
with
emotion)
Amma
sits
by
the
ashes
of
Chibok
town,
Watching
the
orange
dust
settle
down.
Boko
Haram
came
like
tourists
of
pain,
Taking
her
daughter,
leaving
blood
like
rain.
She
holds
a
broken
comb
in
her
trembling
hand,
Staring
out
across
a
scarred
and
silent
land.
The
bandits
stole
the
laughter
from
her
street,
But
they
couldn't
steal
the
pulse
beneath
her
feet.
Chorus (
The
Sorrow)(
Guitar
plays
slow
and
sparse,
letting
the
silence
breathe)
Ekun
n
sun (
Tears
are
flowing)...
but
we
must
hold
on,
We
are
Nigerian,
waiting
for
dawn.
Mu
ne
masu
kuka (
We
are
the
ones
weeping),
but
we
are
strong,
How
did
the
night
get
so
terribly
long?
Anyị
agaghị
ada (
We
will
not
fall),
though
our
hearts
are
torn,
Out
of
the
ashes,
a
nation
is
born.
Not
broken...
no,
not
broken.
Verse 2 (
Chidi's
Story)(
The
heartbeat
drum
starts—
slow,
deep,
and
steady
like
a
pulse)
Down
in
the
valley
where
the
rivers
meet,
Chidi
walks
the
soil
with
his
bare
feet.
The
raiders
burnt
his
barn,
they
took
the
grain,
Leaving
a
young
man
to
carry
the
pain.
But
look
at
him
now,
clearing
the
debris,
Planting
new
seeds
beneath
the
iroko
tree.
Mgbọrọgwụ
anyị
gbaara
n'ala (
Our
roots
are
deep),
they
cannot
uprootThe
future
that
blooms
from
a
bitter
fruit.
Chorus (
The
Shift
to
Hope)(
The
violin
lifts
into
a
higher,
major
key.
Guitar
strumming
grows
warmer)
We
are
Nigerian,
we
are
strong!
Through
the
weeping,
we
find
our
song.
A
kò
le
fọ́ (
We
cannot
be
broken),
the
light
will
rise,
Drying
the
water
from
heavy
eyes.
Ba
za
mu
karaya
ba (
We
will
not
give
up),
we
stand
as
one,
Underneath
this
African
sun.
Not
broken...
we
are
alive.
Bridge(
Music
drops
to
just
the
heartbeat
drum
and
a
soaring
vocal
harmony)
Onye
siri
anyị
agaghị
ebi? (
Who
says
we
will
not
live?)
Amma
and
Chidi
have
so
much
to
give.
Kò
sí
fòyà (
There
is
no
fear)
in
the
scars
we
wear,
Listen
close
to
our
collective
prayer.
From
the
deep
valley,
we
climb
the
slope...
Heavy
with
sorrow,
but
burning
with
hope.
Outro(
Guitar
fades
back
into
a
gentle,
peaceful
fingerpicking)
The
storm
will
pass,
the
night
will
fade...
Look
at
the
people
grace
has
made.
Mu
ne... (
We
are...)
Unbroken.(
The
violin
plays
one
final,
rising
note
that
ends
on
a
hopeful
chord)