The White and the Blue meet in a sigh
Underneath a heavy, burning sky
Small feet wander through the silver haze
Lost in the smoke of a thousand days
No songs are hummed, no stories told
As the desert wind turns bitter cold
A child’s laughter is a ghost in the sand
Slipping through a mother’s trembling hand

Oh Sudan, the river is deep
With the secrets that the mothers keep
For the daughters of the sun, broken and brave
Walking a path that the shadows paved
We cry in whispers so the world won't hear
Drowning in the salt of a silent tear
Softly we fall, softly we stay
In a land that looked the other way

The women stand like acacia trees
Bending low in a cruel breeze
They carry the hunger, they carry the scars
Under a ceiling of forgotten stars
They shield the small ones from the dark
While the injustice leaves a heavy mark
A cradle of dust, a bed of stone
Facing the fire all alone

How much blood can the dry earth drink?
How many souls on the river’s brink?
The ink of the world has run quite dry
They don’t see the black smoke in the sky
They call it a shadow, we call it a home
Beneath a hollow, marble dome

Sudan, the river is deep
With the secrets that the mothers keep
For the daughters of the sun, broken and brave
Walking a path that the shadows paved
We cry in whispers so the world won't hear
Drowning in the salt of a silent tear
Softly we fall, softly we stay
In a land that looked the other way

Hush now, little one
The moon is your mother tonight
The sand will remember your name
Even if they don't
Even if they don't
The Nile flows on
In silence