Hear my cry I’m in the pain of my forefathers,

They say I’m the chosen one but I’m comforted by the dark,

The wind threw me at my worst but they say I have guardians,

Oh! What have I done to be the enemy of happiness?

Having faith is music in my heart and I am hurt,

Holding on wasted my time and it hurt,

Living my life oppressed left me insane and it’s now curt,

I am the home of depressed nation.

I am lonely like the plants that blossom in summer when there is no rain,

The heart is full of grief and fire,

And my breath is the smell of my hardships,

I am suffocated by their sins, I am tired.

Give me peace and I will smile, just for one time,

The graveyards had enough of my tears,

Maybe one time, I will break the curse.

I am the hope of my forefathers.