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.