On the cross, hangs my King,
Beaten, bruised, not broken...
From central part of whirling fast unsteady...
I hear the sigh dissolve with many annihilated...
Iridescent lights up the sky,
Spewing shapes left and right...
They say "we the people" started this...
The beautiful land that is mine, the same land...
Called
To serve...
Under the hot sun seven seas from the Crown
Tablet of freedom she holds in her arm...
You are here because of the ones who fight for...
the ones that give their life to save and protect...
Drops falling down
Clouds thunder-clapping...
"It's not till sex has died out between a man...
I wonder tat i set here today
will it rain or will it shine...
As the sun begins to set
The children become antsy...
Happy Independence Day Namibia.
On Independence Day...