The Sahel's sands, where the winds don't rest,
Caught between the fires, East to West.
Militias rise, their flags stained red,
While families flee, their hopes left dead.
Beneath the stars of a troubled sky,
Countless souls are left to die.
The earth cries out, but who will hear?
As violence spreads, far and near.
Nomads wander through a war-torn maze,
Their lives shattered by the endless blaze.
Children's cries lost in the desert's breath,
As the guns sing songs of grief and death.
Beneath the stars of a troubled sky,
Countless souls are left to die.
The earth cries out, but who will hear?
As violence spreads, far and near.
Crops wither under the scorching sun,
Promises broken, while the battles are won.
The earth bleeds red from a thousand wounds,
As the vultures circle, darkness looms.
Beneath the stars of a troubled sky,
Countless souls are left to die.
The earth cries out, but who will hear?
As violence spreads, far and near.
In shadows, rebels hide and scheme,
Fueling nightmares, killing dreams.
The drought steals life, the famine feeds,
On broken backs and desperate needs.
Beneath the stars of a troubled sky,
Countless souls are left to die.
The earth cries out, but who will hear?
As violence spreads, far and near.
Mercenaries chase the setting sun,
For them, the war has just begun.
In shadows deep, they lay their claim,
As mothers whisper the dead's names.
Beneath the stars of a troubled sky,
Countless souls are left to die.
The earth cries out, but who will hear?
As violence spreads, far and near.
Markets empty, the trade winds fail,
Commerce halted by the rifle's hail.
Currency's worth is a soldier's gun,
And peace is something from which they run.
Beneath the stars of a troubled sky,
Countless souls are left to die.
The earth cries out, but who will hear?
As violence spreads, far and near.
Beneath the stars of a troubled sky,
Countless souls are left to die.
The earth cries out, but who will hear?
As violence spreads, far and near.
Beneath the stars of a troubled sky,
Countless souls are left to die.
The earth cries out, but who will hear?
As violence spreads, far and near.
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English
The Sahel's sands, where the winds don't rest,
Caught between the fires, East to West.
Militias rise, their flags stained red,
While families flee, their hopes left dead.
Beneath the stars of a troubled sky,
Countless souls are left to die.
The earth cries out, but who will hear?
As violence spreads, far and near.
Nomads wander through a war-torn maze,
Their lives shattered by the endless blaze.
Children's cries lost in the desert's breath,
As the guns sing songs of grief and death.
Beneath the stars of a troubled sky,
Countless souls are left to die.
The earth cries out, but who will hear?
As violence spreads, far and near.
Crops wither under the scorching sun,
Promises broken, while the battles are won.
The earth bleeds red from a thousand wounds,
As the vultures circle, darkness looms.
Beneath the stars of a troubled sky,
Countless souls are left to die.
The earth cries out, but who will hear?
As violence spreads, far and near.
In shadows, rebels hide and scheme,
Fueling nightmares, killing dreams.
The drought steals life, the famine feeds,
On broken backs and desperate needs.
Beneath the stars of a troubled sky,
Countless souls are left to die.
The earth cries out, but who will hear?
As violence spreads, far and near.
Mercenaries chase the setting sun,
For them, the war has just begun.
In shadows deep, they lay their claim,
As mothers whisper the dead's names.
Beneath the stars of a troubled sky,
Countless souls are left to die.
The earth cries out, but who will hear?
As violence spreads, far and near.
Markets empty, the trade winds fail,
Commerce halted by the rifle's hail.
Currency's worth is a soldier's gun,
And peace is something from which they run.
Beneath the stars of a troubled sky,
Countless souls are left to die.
The earth cries out, but who will hear?
As violence spreads, far and near.
Beneath the stars of a troubled sky,
Countless souls are left to die.
The earth cries out, but who will hear?
As violence spreads, far and near.
Beneath the stars of a troubled sky,
Countless souls are left to die.
The earth cries out, but who will hear?
As violence spreads, far and near.
Caught between the fires, East to West.
Militias rise, their flags stained red,
While families flee, their hopes left dead.
Beneath the stars of a troubled sky,
Countless souls are left to die.
The earth cries out, but who will hear?
As violence spreads, far and near.
Nomads wander through a war-torn maze,
Their lives shattered by the endless blaze.
Children's cries lost in the desert's breath,
As the guns sing songs of grief and death.
Beneath the stars of a troubled sky,
Countless souls are left to die.
The earth cries out, but who will hear?
As violence spreads, far and near.
Crops wither under the scorching sun,
Promises broken, while the battles are won.
The earth bleeds red from a thousand wounds,
As the vultures circle, darkness looms.
Beneath the stars of a troubled sky,
Countless souls are left to die.
The earth cries out, but who will hear?
As violence spreads, far and near.
In shadows, rebels hide and scheme,
Fueling nightmares, killing dreams.
The drought steals life, the famine feeds,
On broken backs and desperate needs.
Beneath the stars of a troubled sky,
Countless souls are left to die.
The earth cries out, but who will hear?
As violence spreads, far and near.
Mercenaries chase the setting sun,
For them, the war has just begun.
In shadows deep, they lay their claim,
As mothers whisper the dead's names.
Beneath the stars of a troubled sky,
Countless souls are left to die.
The earth cries out, but who will hear?
As violence spreads, far and near.
Markets empty, the trade winds fail,
Commerce halted by the rifle's hail.
Currency's worth is a soldier's gun,
And peace is something from which they run.
Beneath the stars of a troubled sky,
Countless souls are left to die.
The earth cries out, but who will hear?
As violence spreads, far and near.
Beneath the stars of a troubled sky,
Countless souls are left to die.
The earth cries out, but who will hear?
As violence spreads, far and near.
Beneath the stars of a troubled sky,
Countless souls are left to die.
The earth cries out, but who will hear?
As violence spreads, far and near.
Writer: Hayden Taylor
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid