Yes, I am not rich but
I’m living a dream, a dream
Of my forefathers, a dream
Of an African child.
I am the tree that grows
From the roots of my ancestors,
The roots of my ancestors were
Watered by the bloodshed
Many years ago.
A dream that is achieved out
Of hatreds and slavery, a dream
That swallowed my ancestors
Because of the color of their skin.
Yes, I am a dream, today I walk
Down the streets of Mbombela as
A proud African, yes, I am a dream;
A dream of Martin Luther king,
That is not judged based on
The color of its skin.