By Patricia Salvador
It's a disappointment
People are half-hearted
Go and leave me but not;
Come back, let triumph win.
All your efforts for this land,
Came true few decades apart
But nevertheless your bitterness
Did not put waste when east arises
Your troubles may have been there
But the struggle they did bare
Then again, we were free
From opression; Now love.
Love as astounding as a woman
Attractive as a blooming flower,
Blooming freedom, and the growing
love
For
the motherland we try to keep.
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