A dawn before
Light has not breed to this end,yet
Then,Isah,was said to be here,with a giving heart and miraculous hands
Till the village paid crucifixtion for his virtue
Today His promise,in sharing the grave is marked
Live again,live to mount the Gal Hill
That even a dwarf might see and go high in the conviction of his eminence
Last night,mama did not just paint
She also said,ours is the choice to trust
That,on our road to the Gal hill,we are the captain,of our soul