In the Centre of the Land

Little did they know that darkness
was to come where they would run
leaving earthly precious possession
behind, with nothing in their hands,
A bunch of innocents
chased by the hungry ones.

The sun has fallen, darkness has come
Fist with knuckles, man with steels
with log they stand
In the centre of the land.

Children inside, mothers they watched,
lullaby they sang, eyes they woke
sounds of thunder, songs of help,
How strong is the women who sits
with the innocent
In the centre of the land.

Thirsty man with sharps knocking at the doors
Ran the innocent, ran the scared
Fathers delayed, letting the young ones passed Hunting with sharps
In the centre of the land.

Bullets fallen from the blues, flames from the land
Smoke from the guns and iron
Yet they ran though they were lost
Innocents on their back chasing after the greens
In the centre of the land.

The hunters came with hunger
Returned with stolen dignities of our sisters
Should passed on to them to the ones who are yet to come
May the wind not blown away the tales of the bravehearts
For they spend the cold nights for us to see the rising sun.

Lucky are the ones who gets out of the hole
Brave are the ones who remained
Blessed are those who dropped their knees
Honoured are those who had been trapped
Blessed are those who lost with honour
In the centre of the land.

Bullets fallen from the blues,
flames from the land
Smoke from the guns and iron
Yet they ran though they were lost
Innocents on their back
chasing after the greens
In the centre of the land.

The hunters came with hunger
Returned with stolen dignities of our sisters
Should passed on to them
To the ones who are yet to come
May the wind not blown away
The tales of the bravehearts
For they spend the cold nights
For us to see the rising sun.