Photograph
Imagine you're a photograph,
With a frame that's just too big to help you stand
Imagine you're a piece of glass,
Just lying on the table to cut his head.
Imagine you're a magic spell,
They just shake the magic stick
To make things well
Imagine you're a hologram,
With an illusion of flesh and blood
Which you can never feel the hurt
But it doesn't have to be this way
No, no, no,
You just hold my hand I'll help you stand,
So the truth can be heard.
Now that bridges crossed are doomed to fall,
You can still find your way
Let your words be change
Awungifihle bo,
Awungithathe ngina mahloni ngemvelaphi yam
Ng'size nam' ngeqe sifuba.
Awungifihle bo,
Awungithathe ngina mahloni ngalobuze bam
Ng'size nam' ngeqe sifuba
Awungifihle bo,
Awungithathe ngina mahloni ngemvelaphi yam
Ng'size nam' ngeqe sifuba.
Awungifihle bo,
Awungithathe ngina mahloni ngalobuze bam
Ng'size nam' ngeqe sifuba
Ooohh, ooohh, ooohh
