By:
Dionisio de Jesus Lopes
Your hope is like a sun rising in the east,
Your dark past has just set in the west,
You’ve just stood up in your own feet.
After hundred years of unpromising fate,
You were like a lonely bird that was in a cage,
But you fly high for you are freed.
You can now more freely and strive,
To show that you are indeed alive,
That you had risen from your dead past,
Flapping your wings so fast!
Your voice up high soars,
Like a thunder in the sky that rolls
Live life that is full of spree
Now that you are truly free!
