My Country

Built on revolution

Death, blood and broken bones

Sin and song

Of times already gone

Soon we’ll sink

Where nations are on the brink

And there we’ll rest

Holding onto

Ideas loved, but untrue

It’s no matter to me

But to my children I write this decree

We were young once

Full of ambitions never sought

By others you see

And sorry I am

Our time was so misspent

But..oh.. oh oh

Well that’s the end….

I hope your idea know better, you see