She had to feed her kids at home
She could not move in streets alone
Oh' not in fear of US drones
Her pride was robbed by her own!
The land of pure, she was not sure!
His fathers dreamt of such a land
A place they'd refer to as home
But in his sons, the poor land
Yearns for souls it calls its own!
The land of pure, he was not sure!
Dead people walking in the malls
Loveless streets and hateful halls
Some call me crazy, for some I am blind
But I cannot see the love they find
The land of pure, I am not sure!
Blame the boots drunk in gains
Or feudal lords with no shame
Books of history still preserve
Nations get leaders they deserve
The land of pure, we are not sure!
Behind our weak and selfish stand
Inside our numb and faithless hides
We watched them play with our land
We watched them rape our countrys pride!
The land of pure, we are not sure!
Everything is wrong, the common song
But did you care to stand along
By your words, then why complain?
And point at others, when you are to blame!
The land of pure, you are not sure!
Can you feel this spark inside
As I lay my pen to rest
Lets vow to fight with reverent pride
And put our last hope to test!
The land of pure, LETS BE SURE!
If you consider yourself as dead
Donot get out of your cozy bed
And if you dream for change like me
Lets live the change we wish to see!
The land of pure, LETS BE SURE!
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