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.
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