whispered)
Goma…
The city of fire and tears,
Where the sky cries and the earth remembers.
(Verse 1)
Smoke curls like ghosts above broken streets,
Children’s laughter lost beneath the heartbeat of fear,
Mothers clutch their dreams, fragile as paper,
While the night drags hope through rivers of shadow.
Each wall holds a story, each scar a prayer,
Gunshots echo, but still hearts dare,
To rise, to speak, to whisper in the dark,
To carry the light, though the world leaves its mark.
(Chorus – soulful, echoing)
We are Goma, we are the world,
Through the pain, the tears, our flags unfurled,
Rivers of sorrow, mountains of grief,
Yet in our hearts blooms a stubborn belief:
That even in terror, hope can remain,
Even in ashes, love can sustain.
(Verse 2 – poetic imagery)
Markets silent, doors broken wide,
Yet the spirit of Goma will not hide,
The lost play in dreams only we can see,
Their shadows dancing, whispering to me.
Every tear writes a line in our song,
Every heartbeat insists the city is strong,
Through smoke, through fire, through nights so long,
Goma’s children rise, and the world hears our song.
(Bridge – almost chanting, emotional)
We are not just pain, we are voices,
We are rivers, we are choices,
From the rubble, from the dust,
We speak for tomorrow, we rise, we trust.
