We walked across the golden sands,
Leaving footsteps of our memories,
Let's go across the lands,
And celebrate our victories...

Our sweats have brought us this far,
The move was not without hurdles,
A move made on foot not car,
On ways of rocky pebbles...

Our way was dry,
And made things hard ,
Yet the hopes were high,
So we walked with no guard...

Now we have seen the gold,
The rewards of our hands,
Come and let's be bold,
And preserve some for our sons.





© ATIIG ABRAHAM AVOAK