Free bird towards a free Burma
(By Daw Aung San Suu Kyi)
My home...
where I was born and raised
used to be warm and lovely
now filled with darkness and horror.
My family...
whom I had grown with
used to be cheerful and lively
now living with fear and terror.
My friends...
whom I shared my life with
used to be pure and merry
now living with wounded heart.
A free bird...
which is just freed
used to be caged
now flying with an olive branch
for the plave it loves.
A free bird towards a Free Burma.
(By Daw Aung San Suu Kyi)
My home...
where I was born and raised
used to be warm and lovely
now filled with darkness and horror.
My family...
whom I had grown with
used to be cheerful and lively
now living with fear and terror.
My friends...
whom I shared my life with
used to be pure and merry
now living with wounded heart.
A free bird...
which is just freed
used to be caged
now flying with an olive branch
for the plave it loves.
A free bird towards a Free Burma.
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