The wanting

Your voice that has not reached me yet, keeps me wanting you, searching for you, imagining you,i keep envisioning the last time we met , you came in the light of the night. My muse , my dame, oh africa i keep hearing your voice, crying out for the safety of your lands , tour of the east sees your animals almost extint . Your rivers polluted oil miners ravage your forests, your beauty depleted... Oh africa i still gear your voice