I wasn't with you
When all blood, tears and sweats fallen
I wasn't with you
When your dream was a dream
I'm sorry, we werent
But I am here now
Breathing in peace
Living real in your hope
That once was a dream
I know...
I know you cant hear my voice
How should I thank enough
Never enough, i know...
For us now, to live with choices
Wish you can hear our voices
We survive in your dream, a reality
I promise to perfecting your dream
A dream of nation for people of colours
A nation of togetherness
We speak many languages but one mind
We flaunt multicultures, we are rich
We diverse in faiths and respect others
I promise to preserve this
I promise
To ones who may come after us,
We try to keep the sky high and land wide
We let your dream expand infinitely in our blessing country
Dont have to struggle again
Dont reverse, dont struggle again
This freedom is here
But I cant guarantee its for ever
Except tolerance and love still in blood
Remember,
We werent there when blood, tears and sweats buried
We werent there, when pain prayed for hope
We just have to preserve
For our "will" always ours
Forever
O Lord bless us
For us and the rest of the world
With love...
Freedom standing in the company of peace and tolerance...such a magnificent expression of what all can attain. A wonderful verse, a great tribute, Soul!
with kindness happiness understanding sown into all lives, is beauty on earth personified; because the dream of an eternity of peace upon this earth, must be a sanctified global goal realized upon a future earth blessed by all.
we survive in our dream but the contrast is the hard reality...I like the intrigue and word-twist
To ones who may come after us, We try to keep the sky high and land wide We let your dream expand infinitely in our blessing country Dont have to struggle again- - the duty of a citizen who has been blessed to live in a country in whose development and ideals can take part in- - - - - - - -may we keep our promises
Hello my dear friend: how long without talking to you! Just now I am here again, because of my life, so full of good and bad surprises! Yes, here we have a marvelous nationalist poem! Yes, it is wonderful when we are free! I can see yor thankful heart in these lines, I can see your bright face, I can see your happy smile! So I am happy with you! Strong hug from Brazil!
Freedom is a blessing. nice poem, ending with a beautiful prayer. .. If.. freedom is to be freed of OTHER nations. but WHY there are other nations. Humanity is not a nation enough, and why! .. To be caged with happiness in His will, if it is so simple. ...just some thoughts.
Wonderful poem, Soul. I feel so blessed to live in such a wonderful country.
The dream of peace cannot, must never be written out of our souls, the freedom to learn to love to live life; to enjoy multi layered diversity, to embrace diversity individuality in all cultures countries with tolerant harmony; to celebrate the sacred gift of life, to elevate all people into beautified prosperity, ...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Only a pious and pure Soul will pray to the Almighty for Love and peace and you are one. Your tribute is to many freedom fighters who lost their lives for a great cause so that their next generation enjoy the freedom. But what we see now is a sorry state of affairs (Politically, economically and socially) on all fronts. A thought provoking poem. Loved it " Pious Soul " ....1000++