my bokke

i ran with ball no one caught me;
i ran and jumped as a bokke;
in mind i saw trimph;
many saw the pain i was feeling;

i saw african pride, i saw victory;
it was never easy to roll the stone;
it is embelling to cease the proned cloud;
i the bokke made it;
like a king protected his land;
like a rabbit i ran for my life;

i the bokke had flied to with pains and blood;
sweat and blood was never a concern;
wheat and brood was on the vein for the table;
i rose to the finishing line;
i defeated but i was never defeated;

i brought it where it belong;
we put it where it stays;
it belong to the african soil;
it is south african.
go bokke go.