[male
vocals] (
Smooth
synth
pads
fading
in)
Yeah,
life
turns
in
circles
From
the
dust
to
the
gold,
you
know
how
it
goes
Listen
to
the
story
Eight
of
us
standing,
yeah
we
faced
the
cold
Children
of
Kalofya,
tales
that
were
never
told
Father
was
a
king,
Senate
Kandebele
by
name
But
the
shadow
of
a
woman
put
us
all
to
shame
Agnes
Munsheke,
she
whispered
in
his
ear
Turned
the
heart
of
our
father,
filled
our
home
with
fear
Neglected
and
forgotten,
left
out
in
the
rain
Eight
young
souls
trying
to
mask
the
pain
Oh,
the
climb
was
long,
but
we
made
our
way
From
the
dark
of
the
night
to
the
light
of
the
day
Now
the
name
is
known,
yeah
the
legacy
grows
But
the
man
who
left
is
knocking,
heaven
knows
Should
we
open
the
door?
Should
we
let
them
in?
Or
leave
the
past
behind,
far
from
where
we’
ve
been?
We
built
our
own
empire,
brick
by
heavy
brick
Through
the
nights
that
were
lonely,
through
the
air
that
was
thick
We
didn't
need
a
hand,
we
didn't
need
a
dime
We
healed
our
own
hearts,
we
healed
them
in
time
Now
Senate
comes
calling,
Agnes
by
his
side
Asking
for
a
pardon,
nowhere
left
to
hide
Looking
at
the
wealth,
looking
at
the
fame
But
they
weren't
there
when
we
had
no
claim
to
a
name
Oh,
the
climb
was
long,
but
we
made
our
way
From
the
dark
of
the
night
to
the
light
of
the
day
Now
the
name
is
known,
yeah
the
legacy
grows
But
the
man
who
left
is
knocking,
heaven
knows
Should
we
open
the
door?
Should
we
let
them
in?
Or
leave
the
past
behind,
far
from
where
we’
ve
been?
Is
blood
really
thicker
than
the
water
we
crossed?
Can
we
count
the
value
of
the
years
that
we
lost?
Forgiveness
is
a
virtue,
that’
s
what
they
say
But
memories
of
the
hunger
never
fade
away
Eight
of
us
sitting,
making
up
our
mind
Do
we
treat
them
with
grace,
or
leave
it
all
behind?
Maybe
we
show
them
how
a
real
family
stands
Taking
back
the
future
with
our
own
two
hands
Not
for
the
father,
not
for
the
step-mom’
s
plea
But
for
the
peace
in
our
hearts,
so
we
can
finally
be
free
Oh,
the
climb
was
long,
but
we
made
our
way
From
the
dark
of
the
night
to
the
light
of
the
day
Now
the
name
is
known,
yeah
the
legacy
grows
But
the
man
who
left
is
knocking,
heaven
knows
Should
we
open
the
door?
Should
we
let
them
in?
Or
leave
the
past
behind,
far
from
where
we’
ve
been?
Yeah,
we
decide
today
We
hold
the
keys
now
Kalofya
descendants,
rising
tall
Let
the
past
be
the
past (
Fade
out
with
melodic
synths)