True, the long wait just passed on
And the much-awaited just knocked on my frail door
Passing moments have silently knitted out the haunted moment
and the fire finally got so intense
It was all indeed a long wait
But good enough, the survivor spirit stayed
The loud bellows rang
But the clear sound, we hardly could understand
Or even do anything about; but just daze along
The bellows blew on…….. and we sang our songs
And it was all rife…… A revolution for our old-tainted lives
Crusade! Crusade!! Crusade!!!
And we, the tireless vuvuzellas, sang and chanted on
All in the way of liberty, our endless song.
The flags flew high and bade
The fading horrors of the passed days.
And our stumping feet soldiered on fast
Indeed, it was the birth of a new day
The birth of liberty, our divine way!