From heart of despair.

From patient eyes waiting for sun rise.

From a deadly treachorus past.

From yesterday wound.

Children's dreams are growing.

Passing whispering walls.

From love of land.

From fiery blood boiling in revenge and reject.

Even the rocks are shaking.

In it united heart beats.

Children's eyes said it.

Love of land is worship and a must.

Hope for victory.

Hands shaking the conscious of this age.

It breaks the bars of humiliation.

It moves the night from fear and misery.

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