[female
vocals] (
Gentle
piano
chords,
soft
rhythmic
beat)
Yeah,
a
story
of
grit
and
grace
From
the
dust
of
Mata
Arba
to
the
halls
of
power
We
celebrate
the
journey
Listen
close
now
Born
where
the
sun
paints
the
Marsabit
ground
A
story
of
hope
where
the
quiet
is
found
In
Mata
Arba
where
the
winds
softly
blow
Young
Kabale
watched
the
desert
life
grow
Mzee
Tache
and
Mama
Sori
had
a
dream
so
bright
They
stood
against
the
tide
to
make
sure
things
were
right
In
a
time
when
the
girls
were
kept
far
from
the
school
They
broke
every
barrier,
they
broke
every
rule
Oh
Kabale
Tache,
mother
to
the
ones
in
the
need
You
planted
the
hope
and
you
watered
the
seed
From
the
village
to
leading,
you
paved
out
the
way
A
beacon
of
strength
for
the
light
of
the
day
Mama
ya
Wanyonge,
we
see
what
you
do
The
future
is
brighter
because
of
the
true
Now
she
walks
in
the
halls
where
the
big
decisions
land
With
the
National
Land
Commission
held
in
her
hand
She
never
forgot
where
her
feet
touched
the
sand
Giving
back
to
the
people,
helping
them
stand
For
the
youth
in
the
struggle,
she
opens
the
door
Giving
jobs
and
a
path
to
settle
the
score
For
the
mothers
in
waiting
who
needed
a
hand
She's
lifting
the
spirit
all
over
the
land
Oh
Kabale
Tache,
mother
to
the
ones
in
the
need
You
planted
the
hope
and
you
watered
the
seed
From
the
village
to
leading,
you
paved
out
the
way
A
beacon
of
strength
for
the
light
of
the
day
Mama
ya
Wanyonge,
we
see
what
you
do
The
future
is
brighter
because
of
the
true
It’
s
not
just
the
title,
it’
s
not
just
the
gold
It’
s
the
stories
of
mercy
that
haven't
been
told
Blessings
be
upon
you
for
the
hearts
you
have
healed
For
the
strength
in
the
open
and
strength
in
the
field
May
the
journey
continue,
may
the
wisdom
increase
May
your
life
be
a
garden
of
purpose
and
peace
From
Mata
Arba
to
the
heights
of
the
climb
You
stayed
consistent
through
the
passage
of
time
Not
for
the
glory,
not
for
the
fame
But
to
light
up
a
spark
in
a
forgotten
name
We
honor
the
roots
and
the
struggle
you
bore
For
opening
windows
and
unlocking
the
door
Kabale
Tache,
you’
re
the
pride
of
the
soil
May
God
bless
the
harvest
of
all
of
your
toil
Oh
Kabale
Tache,
mother
to
the
ones
in
the
need
You
planted
the
hope
and
you
watered
the
seed
From
the
village
to
leading,
you
paved
out
the
way
A
beacon
of
strength
for
the
light
of
the
day
Mama
ya
Wanyonge,
we
see
what
you
do
The
future
is
brighter
because
of
the
true
May
God
protect
you,
keep
you,
and
lead
you
Mama,
we
honor
you
today
Keep
shining
that
light
Keep
lifting
the
ones
who
are
struggling
Kabale
Tache,
thank
you (
Fade
out
with
soft
piano
and
rhythmic
beat)