Written By Steve
Homeland, homeland, occupied homeland,
you are a mother, I wish would hold my hand,
I walk along the sea sands
of a far off land,
missing a homeland
Suffered greatly you have,
carrying many stories that are sad,
but the sun is rising,
of great hopes, of great dreams,
together our freedom we will weave.
Many brothers, and sisters,
mothers and fathers
thousands and thousands that matters,
great brutality did the oppressor give to you
but remember, God who has risen will make all things new.
I stand with you.
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