https://youtu.be/S6L3W_Qoyz4?is=zxLXklm8jaxR1bR3 As you stepped into ruins Of a mighty citadel, A glorious palace, Or of a holy temple, Forget not, for these Shall not be forgotten. That on the very hills And rocks once stood Walls so high it sheltered Thousands of the weak And of its soldiers fought Enemies back to their dens. That once an emperor Sat in his golden throne With a heart full of wisdom, Where abundance and joy Bloomed, blossomed Soared to the highest sky. That

Each of you a bordered country, Delicate and strangely made proud, Yet thrusting perpetually under siege. Your armed struggles for profit...

All loneliness and slumber that feels too early, Will be wiped away by a morning prayer, And by a first, small step in the dawn.