Though lost in a whirlpool of uncertainties
Oppressed, neglected and hungry
My children still stand together
Fighting for their homeland
I see their dreams nurtured for a century now
Of them calling me their own
Dragging days unfold mysterious dark angels
Lurking in the shadow that haunts
I have lost many sons and daughters
To the horror of violence
Allow me to return to my children
Unchain the shackle, the chains are no longer strong!
In peace and harmony, I want to bloom
Let my people call me their home.
~ NoveBorn (PTR)