Oh, sons and daughters
of mother Eritrea and father Ethiopia
I don't know your pain; I have not walked in your shoes
My knowledge is limited to the comfort of my home
I wish I had the power to ease your pain
And remind you that the wound that cuts your skin in two will heal
Like the volcano that erupts and reminds the earth of its' precious jewels
The ashy cloud from the volcano
might cloud your eyes and hearts to see and feel
Oh, sons and daughters
of mother Eritrea and father Ethiopia
I am hopeful that the wind of change and time will clear the sky
for the sun rays of hope and understanding to shine again
on the heads of mother Eritrea and father Ethiopia
In life's beauty and struggles