I remember yesterday where the rain drubs like bombs
Fallowing my dream of arriving home
You can't destroy what I dream
I was think that heaven is above
But the real heaven is in my homeland
I can see the travailing away boats
All they carry away with them is hopes
Some of them crying other weeping
Carrying their faith and tears crying
Livening my home with heart full with gloom
Am away to the land of doom
This is what stupid faith desire for me
What more of suffer is hiding for me
No path no road guide me again to my land
In this dark time no friends to take my hand
On the hard rocks ploughing wind we still stand
Looking to the child faces all he know is to be sad
My native land still stands
My native land don't surrender
My native land your story is still sad
My native land you the only thing I had
You’re roots still standing still
Your soul no one can kill
Your river still running free
obeying you that all we agree
I get hole in my soul
All my dreams now turn to nightmares
Some of you will never understand how much mean to me my homeland
Some of you will never felt the pain of taking off my heart
Some of you will think why I love my home land
Some of you
Aryabod Siharyvani
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-day-where-my-soul-dies/
