In my beloved county
The night we looked up to
Believing the day does not have much to showcase
Apart from the cool breeze, birds and blue skies
All started like a joke
When night gradually grew slowly into day
And day into night
The seed of greed was planted
In my beloved county
They forgetting so soon
That day comes first before night
All walking in process to make a balance in the history of nature
They chose to live in darkness
Map out plans on a Tuesday evening
Killing dreams, stopping goals From coming to play
But no matter how long they chose
To keep us in darkenss. One day
The light will smile on us again
History will then come to play..
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