She will be great again ||

But she will be great again.
She will grow and forget the pain.
All that was dead will become fair and green.
All that was dry will be fresh and flow again.

The glory of the latter shall surpass the former.
She shall become a new world order.
Charting her course to the envy of others.
She would rise high and never under.

There will be joy on the streets.
Laughter in her alleys.
Satisfaction in her people's bellies.
And effective policies to take out the cheats.

I can feel the glory from afar.
So bright that it outshines the stars.
Motherland will rise again.
Indeed she will be great again.

The sun is rising on the horizon.
But this one had hope as its lining.
The blurry lines are thinning.
And i can see her rising.

Despite what we are seeing.
Nigeria will rise and be great again.
Whatever might have happened will be forgotten.
And there will be no more hurting