Once, bright days turn to sorrowful years
Where strangers came to the Orient Sea
And ruled my own beloved country
Filipinos have nothing but fears
I saw their eyes filed with lonely tears
O how they cried; when happiness flee
They suffered the broken liberty
The guns always reigned over the spears
And then I saw, heroes start to stand,
Giving their life; fighting every foe
For the Philippines, my native Land
Drops of blood and tears are falling through
To achieve independence, they cried,
For our nation’s flag, many have died!
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