Ka ɲɛ jɔ̀ si ka bɔ ka fɛ, A bɛ bɔ̀ra ta ka yɛrɛ kɔ́rɔ. Nyogonkan ni caya, ka sɛgɛ ka nyini, A bɛ dɔn anjelu ka kɔ ka ɲɛ. A bɛ sɛbɛ don ka fara, N’ɔ́ ka bɔ kɔnɔ ka ta ka sisan. A bɛ ta jɔ̀ min bɛ ta ka sɛgɛ, A bɛ nyini jɔ̀ min bɛ sɛgɛ — kɔrɔ bɛ sigi, ni sɛgɛ bɛ ɲini!
The light shines through the broken edge, Not through proud eyes on glory’s ledge. The humbled soul, the silent cry, Draws angels down from higher sky. It’s not the strong that move His hand, But those who fall and choose to stand. He lifts the low, He shames the high, The proud will fall, the meek will fly.
I believe that people can unite through peace and kindness. Fighting is destuctive while Love is uplifting.