A song made by Caesaronie
A song made by Caesaronie
À poetic song in Afrosoul fusion emotionally telling the story of the Nigerian child and all she has to go through to survive. It should be so moving and human
**Title: “Child of the Soil”**
*(Afrosoul fusion – slow, haunting intro with kora and soft shaker, warm bassline enters, then gentle synth pads)*
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**[Verse 1]**
Morning comes, the sun still shy
School bell rings, but she don’t ask why
Why the road is full of dust and fear
Why her brother never came back home last year
She walks barefoot past the empty class
Teacher gone, the gate is closed, the shadows pass
She counts the days on her mother’s prayer beads
While the river runs red with the blood she never sees
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**[Pre-Chorus]**
Oh, they say, “Be strong, child of the soil”
But how do you be strong when the world destroys
The hands that hold you, the voice that sings
The lullaby that used to calm your fears at night?
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**[Chorus]**
Child of the soil, child of the flame
Your name is written in the dust, but no one calls your name
Child of the soil, you carry the pain
Of a nation that forgot the price of your childhood days
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**[Verse 2]**
She wakes in the bush where the air is cold
Bound hands, a story sold, a heart too young to hold
They whisper promises just to keep her still
While her mother cries beneath the moon and prays against her will
She dreams of a classroom, of chalk and light
Of running home before the coming of the night
But every night is different, the fire burns too bright
And the children disappear into the black of night
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**[Pre-Chorus]**
Oh, they say, “Be strong, child of the soil”
But how do you be strong when the world destroys
The hands that hold you, the voice that sings
The lullaby that used to calm your fears at night?
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**[Chorus]**
Child of the soil, child of the flame
Your name is written in the dust, but no one calls your name
Child of the soil, you carry the pain
Of a nation that forgot the price of your childhood days
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**[Bridge] – (soft, building to a cry, with layered vocals and drums)**
Mama, I’m still here
Though the world forgot my face
Papa, I’m still here
Though they took my place
I want to grow old
I want to choose my name
I want to be more
Than a story in the rain
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**[Final Chorus] – (full band, soulful, raw, with backing choir)**
Child of the soil, child of the flame
Your name is written in the dust, but no one calls your name
Child of the soil, you carry the pain
Of a nation that forgot the price of your childhood days
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**[Outro] – (music fades to kora and soft hum)**
Child of the soil…
Don’t let them forget your name…
Child of the soil…
We will tell your story…
*(music fades to silence)*
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This is written to be sung slowly, with deep emotion — like a lullaby turned into a protest. Perfect for Afrosoul with a touch of Afrobeat urgency in the chorus.