She’s a place called heaven,
Her breath’s a song.
From the noon till the eleven,
In her name we sing along.
She’s a land of souvenirs,
The lakes to the rivers sing and cheer.
She’s a book read sincere,
Her breath’s a rhyme that’s clear.
She’s a mother that writes a book,
A book in pledge hands always shook.
The place where all Gods look,
Footprints our forefathers took.
Her fruit spelled with FREEDOM!
We are the seeds that sprout.
She’s the land of love and enriched wisdom,
Let’s celebrate without a rout!!!!
