With her brown eyes reflected on the warm sea
Burma, mother, father, home
Breathing in fear, awaiting freedom
Longing to hear the Voice of Hope
An orphaned child, wearing a yoke
Freedom beckons, enticing
Yet as far as the other side of the sea
Our Freedom lies in a prison, yet lies in fame
Our Freedom has a voice and a name
Her name, is Aung San Suu Kyi
“Da do byae da do myae do paing dae myae”
“Ga ba ma kyae, myan ma pyi”
“This is our nation, this is our land and it belongs to us”
“Until the world ends up shattering, long lives Burma!”
Monday, June 29, 2009
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