Who hurt you motherland?
It's been centuries I believe
With resemblance to a terrain
Your back felt bruised
Aforetime, you once were the most beautiful!

Today, your beautiful skies are drained
Devoid of sunlight, devoid of rain.
Though dark clouds do gather,
They bring not the joy of a new season
But a reminder of dofeful dreams
Tell me mother, who broke your heart?

Young ones tell their stories
Through songs and poetry, they share their pain
Dipping a little hope into a future uncertain
They write history of centuries old
A not so proud history but still
On it pieces collected they raise you high

They ask questions I find no answer
They bleed out from wounds I can't heal
Do I send them to the past?
Do I leave them here in the present?
Since futures are unknown, how can I send them there ?
Their hearts so fragile breaks over and over.

We appointed for ourselves leaders
We joined organizations for peace sake...