The sun has set,
Blazing down the oceans,
Here at the ends of the earth,
I dream, I dream of a land I walked,
I dream of the promises talked,
I remember the ones that taught me
How to walk, and stand up, and see.
I dream of Nagalim,
I see now, ever more clearly,
Of a people, I hold so dear,
Where I once sang free,
Where I could be me,
Naga, I call, I call
Hold my hand, before I fall,
I pray one day, in this world,
Lift your heads and stand tall.
A day is coming,
When all the tribes shall unite
And blow the horn of joy
every girl and boy.
A day is coming,
When all the tears are gone,
Over will be the days, when there was mourn.
Clap your hands, sing without fear,
Freedom, freedom is coming, so dear
thousands upon thousands stand before God’s throne in the light,
They had fought the good fight,
To bring day, into the dark night.
Naga tribes, UNITE.
Written by Steve
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