THE HEREOS OF MY LAND

The hereos of my fatherland
strived for a betterland

Like the king of the jungle
my hereos ruled

Like the sun in the sky
they shone brightness

Now time has gone too far
for the hands of the clock to be reversed

The pain of them in rain
Seems to have gone in vain

The people of my land crave a better place
A place far from home

With thought of melancholy
Tears of anguish filled their eyes

The hereos of my fatherland
Thy stake is at hand

Your home is gone
Gone too far

We sit and wait for tomorrow
to deliver the future