It was Gbarnga, sometime, some long, long, time ago
The city was excited, dust rising to the skies
Troops of people, cars, all in one queue, heading for Gbarnga
With their echoes of voices penetrating the usually deafened silence of a quiet, calm city
One purpose, one people, one mission to adopt a constitution
This cold crystal city, a cradle of hope watched helplessly as gunshots pierced its wonderful skin
All heads were broken loose in 1994
Gbarnga came crumbling- oups the fall of Gbarnga!
Will Gbarnga rise again? Wondered an elder mesmerized by its days of glory
Indeed, maybe someday, even today, Gbarnga is smiling
On the road from Malekie to Totota, Zeanzue to Gbondoi
Cars are descending on Gbarnga this time, this time, not to shoot
They were sitting, afar on a hill, smiling at the future
In Gbarnga again!