Memoirs Of A Nigerian Soldier
It wasn’t my own strong arm that gave me the victory,
It was your right hand and a strong arm that gave me the victory.
And the blinding light from your face that helped me for you loved me.
But I couldn’t see that.
It wasn’t my own strong arm that gave me the victory,
It was your right hand and a strong arm that gave me the victory.
And the blinding light from your face that helped me for you loved me.
But I couldn’t see that.