Let me sit you down and tell you a tale
Of how they built a nation of greenery
With the bullets that gagged their vocals
And the smokes that smouldered with their souls.
Let me remind you of a yesterday
Where, what existed was a nation with people
That put their differences aside to fight
For our lands that became fertile with their bodies.
Let me reiterate the past of our heroes
That did vigil so we could sleep
Crippled so we could walk
And died in their slumbers for our dreams to live.
Listen to the whispers of the night
And the rustles of the leaves
And the whistles of the wind
As they tell the million tales of our freedom.
