THE HEREOS OF MY LAND

The hereos of my fatherland strived for a betterland Like the king of the jungle my hereos ruled Like the sun in the sky they shone brightness Now time has gone too far for the hands of the clock to be reversed The pain of them in rain Seems to have gone in vain The people of my land crave a better place A place far from home With thought of melancholy Tears of anguish filled their eyes The hereos of my fatherland Thy stake is at hand Your home is gone Gone too far We sit and wait for tomorrow to deliver the future