BIAFRA
Long
ago
in
the
eastern
land,
People
were
living
with
Trading
in
markets,
building
Laughing
together
beside
the
streams.
Children
playing
under
the
sky,
praying
every
Fathers
working
hard
each
day,
tomorrow
would
find
a
way.
came
seasons
full
of
change,
Voices
speaking,
times
rearranged,
People
searching
for
a
better
carry
a
heavy
load.
History
calling
softly
now…
“Never
forget
where
you
Through
every
struggle,
through
every
Hope
can
rise
Chorus
Biafra…
Biafra…
rising
sun…
Dreams
alive
in
Voices
strong
and
hearts
so
warm,
Still
standing
after
every
Then
came
Ojukwu
standing
tall,
Speaking
with
courage
before
Wanting
safety,
peace,
and
Keeping
hope
alive
inside.
The
rising
sun
became
a
sign,
Of
identity
across
the
People
singing
hand
in
hand,
Dreaming
of
a
stronger
Though
the
years
kept
moving
The
memories
never
truly
Stories
passed
from
old
to
young,
Like
evening
songs
forever
sung.
---
To
keep
moving
on…
---
Verse 3
Then
another
voice
came
through,
Nnamdi
Kanu
speaking
Many
people
gathered
near,
Wanting
change
they
felt
Some
saw
hope
for
Some
prayed
for
more
harmony,
But
deep
inside
the
people’s
They
just
want
a
brand-new
Young
boys
dreaming
big
again,
girls
chasing
higher
Wanting
schools
and
brighter
days,
Wanting
peace
in
many
Biafra…
rising
Shining
bright
for
everyone…
Across
the
rivers,
Still
alive
in
memories.
Biafra…
rising
sun…
A
story
carried
on
Not
about
fighting
anymore,
But
healing
hearts
forevermore.
---
From
the
East
the
light
still
grows…
Through
the
highs
and
through
the
lows…
May
tomorrow
bring
us
peace…
May
understanding
never
cease…
Biafra…
The
rising
sun…
🌅