Something broke the place where the rain is bornb  something stole the promise from the light of dawn  people, people were everywhere struggling to get their share  honest cruelty in the eyes of the innocent  squeezing one more harvest from this tired earth  they call to you, but the wind just blows away their words  didn't believe in miracles, didn't believe you'd come  didn't see any reason to carry on  Chorus:  But in my African Dream, you touched my face  raised up my children and gave them grace  in my African Dream you wiped away my tears  and whispered the promise of a thousand years  Children with eyes like souls ready to fly  looking at me -- for some kind of sacred sign  who will teach the young, the names of the ancient ones  who will tell them from whence they come  I have no answer, don't even have a prayer  All I can do is close my eyes and hope that you will be thre  In my African Dream you blessed the rain  let me stand proud, eased the pain,  you raised me up,  gave me love, filled my cup.  Old man sits in the shade of the thorn treee  he says "these thorns are all that are true  life is suffering, suffering is life,  be happy with the small things that come to you  They will come to you, come to you."  Chorus