Tears of a Nation

Far away in the heart of an island On the precipice of a steep mountain Stand a lonely nation Ailing and wailing Dizzy and giddy His tears, The ocean fears. The sweet song of birds in the sky Not a comfort to the bitterness of his eye' "Venomous sounds of the cannon" in his ear Fire of injustice and malice dance sadly in his hair Pains streak and corruption in his eyes freely stare So long a group dwell in the future Derailing his youths their promising nature The three marks His three falling parks Oh he's vaporizing! The tears of this lonely nation Flowing into the wide ocean No sight of new messiah.