Once there will be a time of victory
Far deep in the land of wild berry
When it finally comes, there will be proclamations of corruption
No light will shine on these years of dedication
On those times of battles, won and lost, the world will feel defeated!
It will come from North to South like a shooting star, neglected.
Nations will come from East and West to cheer the accolade.
Some will question the renaissance and some will realise renascence is not built upon fortunes.
On that day a wall of unity will be formed
Decorated by colours of ethnicities
Beautified by cracks of tears
The record will be Broken!
Mountains of sweat and blood climbed
and Again, there will be proclamations of corruption!