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Independence


Can you define the nothingness that prevails,
Can you show your freedom in your actions.
Would you call this living,
Living in the reverie of that beautiful day

Why did they fight, does it mean something to us.
Why did they lay down their lives, are we indebted to them
What was it that they saw, have we done it all and stepped ahead.
What was it they wanted this country to be, are we lost in the trance of a mundane living

When you scour the depths of your mind, what do you see,
When you are surrounded by people loved, what do you feel,
If today was your last day, what would you do,
If this was your last breath, what would you dream.

One day to remember the days gone by,
One day to step up of out this mundane living,
One day to check where we stand,
One day to dream of the days to come

Hold hands and pray together,
Feel loved and care for one another.
Remember the cause we are here,
Be proud of who we are before we disappear.


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