[male
vocals] (
Soft
acoustic
guitar
melody)
Yeah,
this
is
a
story
of
roots.
A
story
of
two
brothers.
Foster,
Joseph,
listen
close.
It’
s
the
cycle
of
life,
the
cycle
of
love.
Do
you
remember
the
days
back
in
Ndola?
When
the
streets
hummed
a
rhythm
of
the
past?
Mother
and
Father
lived
in
that
quiet
devotion,
A
steady
flame
that
was
built
to
last.
We
were
like
shadows,
drifting
in
the
early
morning,
Just
boys
trying
to
find
the
light
in
the
dark.
Foster,
back
then
the
road
wasn't
clearly
forming,
We
were
just
waiting
for
a
single
spark.
Oh,
the
path
of
Foster
and
Joseph,
Bound
by
the
seasons
and
the
history
we
hold.
From
the
dust
of
the
valley
to
the
strength
of
the
mountain,
A
story
of
brotherhood,
finally
told.
Yeah,
we
rise,
we
rise,
on
the
love
we
were
shown.
Mother
held
your
hand,
whispering
secrets
of
heroes,
Tracing
the
lines
on
your
palm
like
a
map.
She
saw
the
fire,
the
spirit,
the
greatness,
While
the
rest
of
the
world
was
taking
a
nap.
She
knew
the
destiny
hidden
behind
the
struggle,
She
knew
the
pace
you
were
meant
to
run.
Even
when
the
clouds
were
starting
to
bubble,
She
whispered
that
the
journey
had
only
begun.
Oh,
the
path
of
Foster
and
Joseph,
Bound
by
the
seasons
and
the
history
we
hold.
From
the
dust
of
the
valley
to
the
strength
of
the
mountain,
A
story
of
brotherhood,
finally
told.
Yeah,
we
rise,
we
rise,
on
the
love
we
were
shown.
Look
at
the
stones,
look
at
the
way
we’
ve
traveled,
We
built
this
kingdom
with
our
own
two
hands.
Every
prayer
answered,
every
mystery
unraveled,
Walking
together
across
these
shifting
sands.
We
are
the
product
of
the
sacrifice
given,
The
price
that
was
paid
in
the
heat
of
the
day.
For
every
dream
that
we’
ve
finally
driven,
We
thank
the
heavens
for
showing
the
way.
From
the
roads
of
Itawa
where
the
echoes
linger,
To
the
heights
that
we
reach
with
the
grace
we
found.
Time
has
a
way
of
shaping
the
singer,
And
planting
the
feet
on
this
solid
ground.
Foster
and
Joseph,
the
legacy’
s
glowing,
Clearer
than
silver,
stronger
than
steel.
The
river
of
blessing
is
constantly
flowing,
Making
the
abstract
finally
feel
real.
Oh,
the
path
of
Foster
and
Joseph,
Bound
by
the
seasons
and
the
history
we
hold.
From
the
dust
of
the
valley
to
the
strength
of
the
mountain,
A
story
of
brotherhood,
finally
told.
Yeah,
we
rise,
we
rise,
on
the
love
we
were
shown.
Yeah,
for
Foster
and
Joseph.
Ndola
roots,
global
wings.
It’
s
the
love,
the
eternal
love.
Keep
walking,
keep
rising. (
Fade
out
with
soft
piano
notes)