It wasn't the valley of death, I was walking in
It was the valley of confusion for many years
Different religions, different beliefs
Undermining my culture
Looking down upon my tradition
Making fun of my language
Telling my children, they have no God
Finally, I can tell them about our beliefs.
At the top of the mountain here I come to make a sacrifice of burnt offering,
when No one will undermine my religion nor culture anymore,
I was sent from above, to be with the people.
Bring them back to what is their own
Take them back to the ways Of our forefathers.
Finally, I can tell generations and generations
That we have a God.
