Dare to Hope, Hope to Dare
We are refugees, No country of our own
No identity, land or right, that we own
Found new land, but we aren’t Vespuccies
No country of our own, we are refugees
Where is our passport, why isn’t it valid?
Face, heart, and mind lucidly pallid
Fate hangs in balance, admit or deport?
Why isn’t it valid, where is our passport?
Someday in future, we would be owned again
War, blood and gore, what’s there to gain?
In an ever-hopeful search for our new pasture
We would be owned again, someday in future!