I stood in the street
Bearing a flag needed seen
My voice rooted deep
The embassy still
The glass reflecting our pain
The chants shake buildings
The mountain was ours
The mountain will be again
The Lions stand proud
……………………………………
I am now older
I have learned what is not taught
I failed the mountain
It cries new voices
The words from different tongues
But the pain the same
The bodies are seen
But the United don’t care
Trade trumps the sad pleas
Yes I ask again,
But I shiver where I stand
The truth eternal
They say you can see
They point with blood on their hand
I look just to look
I am lifted yes
Another stolen mountain
The blood on my hand
