The morning sun has risen
From east as usual
Yet I can’t see and feel
An ounce of it’s brightness
Darkness surrounds me
Even I am not blind
In the land
Where I was
Born and raised
Death and suffering
Are common sight to one’s eyes
Guns and bombs
Are common sound to the ears
Tears of misery and agony
Are shed like Niagara’s water falls
How I long to see
Happy faces surround me
Progress in my country
Instead of destruction
How I long to hear
The war is over
And peace has finally
Bestowed in my land again
And most of all
I long to see and feel
The morning sun has risen
On my land again