If such that the Earth had its own memories
Would it cry over the blood you've spilt?
My hands have been seldom seen
With them this country for you has been built
I've lost inside of me what I've found in you
Long decades have past, and yet you still remain
In this place of solitude, in this place of pain
If a ear was placed on me
A promise would be made
My hands would focus on you
My hands would be of aid
Such troubles become concerning
When it is you, who retreats the hand
Oh dear I ask you
May we together make a stand?
