I am the grass in the country’s fragile

Struggling to live on its own ground.

Earth, water, air always gave me inspiration

I do not want to die in my land itself, whose rights are taken away by the greed of some people.

I have dreams and aspirations for this country.

But I am powerless to rise, because all of mine have been looted.

Looted by the times and human greed.

Is there a brief glimmer of hope that would take me flying high off this bored

Is there someone who will understand my soul is dry and almost died.

I do not belong to anyone, I was born to live myself.

I was the victim of a feeling that grows green in a barren field

Unable to hide grieved at heart because I’m just a little green grass