Shape of a broken heart

Africa has the shape of a broken heart
And the heart of a broken land,
You fell from heaven
Straight to hell,
Now your children are missing
I try to understand
Who I am
Years after years
God, it feels the same
Parted favors
Everybody’s gone
Ain’t no war that I know
Anybody won
Africa has the shape of a broken heart
And the heart of a broken land,
You fell from heaven
Straight to hell,
Now your children are missing
Kiss their forehead
And hold their hands
Close their eyes
And put their name on their graves
Dust is dust
And so goes our faith
So goes our faith
Africa has the shape of a broken heart
And the heart of a broken land,
Fell from heaven
Straight to hell,
Now your children are missing
And the wind blows,
And the children roam
Sitting on a side of a road
Watching all the boats, ooh
Africa has the shape of a broken heart
And the Heart of a broken land,
You fell from heaven
Straight to hell,
And now your children are missing
Now I understand
Who I am, who I am, who I am…
Tell me how,
Tell me how,
Tell me how,
I can accept the thing
Things that I can’t change
Except the things that I can change