There are stories I wish to tell...
They're stuck to my mind
Like a man behind bars
This man can see the gates,
He sees the cars come and go
He catches glimpses of hawkers
And children going to school
He hears the sound of the buses
And sometimes sees a plane
He sees their smiles
And sometimes feels their pain
There are stories I wish to tell...
They're lodged in my throat
Like a tenant who never pays
Stories of a good deal
Suddenly turned bad
Stories of a great man
And the Glory he had
Stories of a journey to a place unknown
Stories of a tale that's never been told
There are stories I wish to tell...
I hang on to them
Like a man hanging off a cliff
Every move is deliberate
Every breath delicate
This man is in no mood for games
He has no time to play
All he has is a grip
That's slowly fading away
There are stories I wish to tell...
Stories of a woman, a woman barren
For 58 years & counting, she's never stopped trying
These are no random tales, they're not tales of woe
They're stories of a nation let FREE to grow
Stories of a people held down by YESTERDAY
Stories of choices yet to be made TODAY
Stories of my country, stories of TOMORROW
Stories that I hope will not end in Sorrow
Nigeria is a story I wish to tell...