perilous home

People from my home town are kind

They can dance and laugh instead of falling apart

they have love trust and light floating in their hearts

Their sense of sympathy  is one of a kind

They don't fight other nations in the time of leisure

For these people Building everything all over again is a plessur

My country is a historical tressur

On of the firsts in human rights foundation

It has such a deep cultur which can amaze anyone

Its legends and myths can blow your mind

My country used to be an  enormous green land

Which now the number of innocent people who get killed in it, is out of hand

Their issus get more and more daily and the solution doesn't seem to be found

Our people had always been people of peace

But now this land is getting red because of how much they bleed

People from my home town are strong

But how much should they suffer?
How long can they hang on